Lyrics

[INTRO – CALEB, pacing and writing on the tile with mustard]
CALEB:
Time don’t pass here—it loops like a riddle.
You don’t walk in. You leak in the middle.
I asked the salt why the forks all scream.
It said, “Will’s here now. So ends the dream.”

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[VERSE 1 – WILL, brushing dust off his shoulders, eyes scanning everything]
WILL:
I didn’t mean to find the place.
Didn’t follow signs, didn’t give chase.
But something pulled. And something waited.
And the air in the doorway said, “You’re fated.”

The chicken was hot. The tea was still.
Christina grinned like she’d just killed will.
Mac raised one brow. Frank whispered, “Careful.”
And Caleb passed me a biscuit full of marble.

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[VERSE 2 – CHRISTINA, spinning in slow chaotic circles, gap flashing]
CHRISTINA:
Wiiiiiillllllll, sweet butter ghost!
You’re late! I wrote your name in toast.
I carved your face in a hushpuppy cloud.
My gap whistled secrets. The napkins bowed.

I float ‘cause the air prefers me higher.
My teeth fell out once—they started a choir.
I named my shadow Caleb-Two.
He didn’t argue.
No one do.

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[HOOK – ALL CHARACTERS, overlapping like spoons in a blender]
🎵 Will walked in. The air went dense.
The coleslaw winced. The jelly grew tense.
Christina cackled and kissed the door.
Caleb screamed, “We’ve been here before!”
Frank’s fish blinked and spilled the tea.
Mac just stared like a cypress tree.
No one knows why—but when Will appears…
The walls remember previous years. 🎵

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[VERSE 3 – FRANK, holding a trout that hums gospel]
FRANK:
Fish been twitchy since Will stepped foot.
One spat a sermon. One stayed put.
I once fried a theory—served it with slaw.
Will bit once.
Then rewrote law.

He’s got that look like he’s heard the cracks.
Knows the riddle beneath the snacks.
He don’t ask much—but when he writes…
The lights dim twice.

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[VERSE 4 – MAC, chewing slow, not impressed, not afraid]
MAC:
Will’s back.
Guess the loop ain’t done.
He knows better than to run.
Christina’s loud. Caleb spins.
Frank’s fish lie. The jelly grins.

But Will?
He listens.
And that’s the threat.
‘Cause this place don’t like bein’ understood just yet.

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[FINAL HOOK – ALL, slower, stranger, like the floor is rising]
🎵 Will walked in. Time exhaled.
The tea looked up. The cornbread quailed.
Mac stayed still. Christina shrieked.
Frank’s trout glowed and softly leaked.

Tuesday bent, like a knee in prayer.
And Will just nodded. Took his chair.
The fork was warm. The pie went cold.
He whispered,
“This story’s gonna get retold.”