Original Broadway Cast of The Outsiders - A New Musical
Performer
Matt Hinkley
Keyboards
Mark G. Meadows
Piano
Matt Beck
Guitar
Freddy Hall
Guitar
Jamie Eblen
Drums
Alexandra Eckhardt
Bass
Noelle Rueschman
Woodwinds
Clerida Eltimé
Cello
Justin Smith
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Clay
Composer
Zach Chance
Composer
Justin Levine
Orchestrator
Matt Hinkley
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Hinkley
Co-Producer
Jonathan Clay
Producer
Zach Chance
Producer
Justin Levine
Producer
Lawrence Manchester
Recording Engineer
Ryan Lipman
Mixing Engineer
Michael Hickey
Assistant Engineer
Beth Scott
Assistant Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Far away from Tulsa
Way outside of town
Where people can be people and nobody puts you down
Just because they don't want you around
It's far out in the country
Blue skies overhead
I've seen it in the movies and in the books I've read
This place is real, it's not just in my head
This town is a dead-end road
Let's leave this behind, let's just get up and go
Find a new place to call home
Make a new life we can call our own
Someplace whеre we can be free
Free to dеcide who we wanna be
It's all becoming clear
A place with open spaces
The sounds of whip-poor-wills
We could watch the sun set over golden rolling hills
A house with flowers on the windowsill
And you could read us stories
And outside in the yard
We'd have ourselves a garden, but we wouldn't work too hard
And every night we'd stare up at the stars
This town is a dead-end road
Let's leave this behind, let's just get up and go
Find a new place to call home
Make a new life we can call our own
Someplace where we can be free
Free to decide who we wanna be
It's all becoming clear
We'd sit around the fire after every day was through
We'd be each other's family, Pony, start this life anew
This could be a chance to have a place to rest your head
You'd wake up every morning in a big old feather bed
Like the house I've read in Dickens where the walls are crumbling down
I'm tired of blindly watching as we're inching towards the ground
"Ponyboy, you're just a dreamer," that's what both my brothers say
But it's all there for the taking, just a leap of faith away
I've got
Great expectations
Great expectations
Great expectations
Great expectations
It's all becoming clear
There's no way we're going to find that here