Simply Second Nature - The Original London Cast Recording/Douglas Hodge

Written by：Scott Wittm/Marc Shaima

A painter needs no reason to make a thing of art

Yes there is no switch to stop and start to the flow

A gardener has it's season

His green thumb and his heart

Don't ask a man why does your garden grow

A poet sits for hours with words apon his tongue

He cannot help to rhythm his doom and gloom

So if you taste my flowers your see that I'am a mon

That certain group that lucky troop for whom it's

Simply second nature

To wish away the gray

To take licorice stick and make a dream

Yes there's no rhythm or reason

I was simply made this way

What's strange to you is nature to me

It's simply second nature

To paint outside the lines

It's really is the way that I was born

You see I've been selective

To create the unexpected

And make each day feel

Just like

Christmas morn

The castle toke a tassel

And turned it on it's head

It isn't right or wrong it's what he felt

And dolly even more some

Would positively dread

Explaining why his hands of time should melt

And me I take sweet honey

And make a taste for rows

What can I say it's simply what I do

Some men make pots of money

There happy I spouse

But

Be grateful that for just a lucky few its

Simply second nature

To see what isn't there

The mind is such a wonder to explore

And though some nights I dread

All the voices in my head

I rather be this way than be a boar

It's simply second nature

To dream of something new

And wake on fire and try to scup each day

It's no blessing it's a curse

Wait

No strike that and reverse

I wouldn't have it any other way