Secretariat: The weak breeze whispers nothing/The water screams sublime/His feet shift, teeter-totter/Deep breath, stand back, it's time/Toes untouch the overpass/Soon he's water bound/Eyes locked shut but peek to see/The view from halfway down
[audience claps and the spotlight appears on the black corridor]
Secretariat: I'm not done! Hold on, I'm not done. I'm not done.
Secretariat: A little wind, a summer sun/A river rich and regal/A flood of fond endorphins/Brings a calm that knows no equal/You're flying now/You see things much more clear than from the ground/It's all okay, it would be/Were you not now halfway down
[the light comes onto the black corridor again, closer this time. Secretariat's voice becomes more agitated]
Secretariat: Thrash to break from gravity/What now could slow the drop/All I'd give for toes to touch/The safety back at top
[the black corridor is now right behind him]
Secretariat: I change my mind! I change my mind! I don't wanna...
Herb Kazzaz: [soothingly] It's okay.
Secretariat: [the black corridor disappears for a minute. Secretariat continues] But this is it, the deed is done/Silence drowns the sound/Before I leaped I should've seen/The view from halfway down/
[the black corridor is now right behind him]
Secretariat: No!/I really should've thought about/The view from halfway down!
Herb Kazzaz: Find your peace, big guy. Find it.
Secretariat: [with fear in his voice] I wish I could've known about/The view from halfway down!
