Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own cats the musical, or American Honey by Lady Antebellum. If I did it wolud make me super happy though!
Before she became a flirt she was well liked by all and she never had to worry about being scorned for being a hussy. She was loved so much by her parents. They always seemed to have time for her and her sister. Bombalurina had a good kittenhood. She took her time in life.
She grew up on the side of the road. Where the church bells ring, and strong love grows. she grew up good, she grew up slow. Like American Honey.
She always was the steady one in her family, and yet, she had the most free spirit that anyone in the Junkyard had ever seen. She couldn't wait to get away from her parents and out in to the world. They how ever refused to let her go until they knew she could take challenges on. She was innocent, She was pure and most of all she was so sweet to every living soul.
Steady as a preacher, free as a weed. Couldn't wait to get going, wasn't quite ready to leave. So innocent, pure, and sweet. American honey.
Sometimes she still heard the voices of her parents in the blowing wind. She would sit there for hours and just listen to what it would tell her. Bombalurina missed her old life. Her mother and father, Being loved by all, and mostly, the feeling of being a part of something. Nothing was sweeter than those days.
There's a wild, wild whisper blowing in the wind. Calling out my name like a long lost friend. Oh I miss those days as the years go by. Oh, nothing's sweeter than summer time. And American Honey.
Sometimes she felt like she was getting lost in today. She felt like trying to live up to the reputation she had earned was making her go crazy! She would sit there and just wish, she would hope with all her heart that she could go back to the good old days when she was a part of something bigger than herself.
Get lost in the rush of this crazy life. Trying to be everything can make you lose your mind. I just wanna go back in time to American Honey.
Right now, she is sitting there, listening to the voices of her parents' as they call her back through the years. Right now, Bombalurina is hiding her tears from others, as she longs for those days. Nothing could be sweeter.
There's a wild, wild whisper blowing in the wind. Calling out my name like a long lost friend. Oh I miss those days as the years go by. Oh, nothing's sweeter than summer time. And American Honey.
She had been gone from her past for much to long. Standind up she declares to herself,"I gotta get back to being her somehow". Determined she walks away to reclaim her youth and innocence. She knows it will be hard, but she can do it.
Gone for so long now. I gotta get back to her somehow. To American honey.
Knowing what she's set out to do, This difficult journey she is on, Bombalurina uses the voices of her past, the voices in the wind to help her. She can't wait to get back to the happy days. She misses them, but she knows she will see them soon. As she walks away, she says to herself, "Nothing is sweeter."
There's a wild, wild whisper blowing in the wind. Calling out my name like a long lost friend. Oh I miss those days as the years go by. Oh, nothing's sweeter than summer time. And American Honey.