The Great Gatsby - Valley of Ashes Lyrics

2024 Broadway
The Great Gatsby the Musical - Valley of Ashes Lyrics


The song is written by Jason Howland and Nathan Tysen.

WILSON:
Good morning doc
How’s the view from up there?
Got me a hunch
Gonna be a good day
Keep those spectacles clean
Keep those eyes wide
Cause I’m seeing green
Gotta feeling that some time this morning
Good things are rolling my way

(Wolfsheim enters from the garage.)

WOLFSHEIM: (spoken)
Talking to the creepy billboard again?
That’s the last of the tomatoes.

WILSON: (spoken)
Well, now what?

WOLFSHEIM: (spoken)
Another shipment comes on Thursday.

WILSON: (spoken)
After dark.

WOLFSHEIM: (spoken)
Deep breaths, Mr. Wilson.
You keep running your business.
I’ll keep running mine.

He shakes Wilson’s hand and exits.
Wilson looks down at his hand -
He discovers a pile of cash.

WILSON:
You see this doc?
Little gift for the wife
A few hundred more
And soon this whole place
Will be in the rearview
Gonna move her out west
Like ohio where things will be best
Find a nice house
So doc be on lookout
I feel my dream coming true

(Myrtle enters. She drops a sandwich on Wilson’s seat.)

MYRTLE: (spoken)
Dinner’s in the icebox.

WILSON: (spoken)
Where do you think you’re going?

MYRTLE: (spoken)
To Manhattan! To see my sister!

WILSON: (spoken)
When ya coming back?

MYRTLE: (spoken)
Never if I can help it.

WILSON:
You’ve got the eyes of god, doc
See why I’ve gotta go?
The wife’s never here
And the business is slow
I’m gonna miss your face, doc
Well the top half at least
We’ve always been
Thick as molasses
You’ve got the eyes of god
If God needed glasses



Review: The Great Gatsby the Musical Lyrics


The Great Gatsby the Musical Lyrics

SYNOPSIS
Roaring On
Absolute Rose
New Money
For Her
Valley of Ashes
Second-Hand Suit
For Better or Worse
The Met
Only Tea
My Green Light
Shady
Better Hold Tight
Past Is Catching Up to Me
La Dee Dah With You
Go
Made to Last
One-Way Road
God Sees Everything
For Her (Reprise)
New Money (Reprise)
Beautiful Little Fool
Finale: Roaring On