Orpheus:
Eurydice?

Hermes:
Hey, the big artiste!
Ain't you working on your masterpiece?

Orpheus:
Where is she?

Hermes:
Brother, why do you care?
You'll find another muse somewhere

Orpheus:
Where is she?

Hermes:
Why you wanna know?

Orpheus:
Wherever she is, is where I'll go

Hermes:
And what if I said she's down below?

Orpheus:
Down below?

Hermes:
Down below, six feet under the ground below
She called your name before she went
But I guess you weren't listening

Orpheus:
No

Hermes:
So! Just how far will you go for her?

Orpheus:
To the end of time
To the end of the earth

Hermes:
You got a ticket?

Orpheus:
No

Hermes:
Yeah, I didn't think so.
Of course, there is another way...
But nah, I ain't supposed to say

Orpheus:
Another way?

Hermes:
Around the back
But that ain't easy walking, Jack
It ain't for the sensitive of soul
So do you really want to go?

Orpheus:
With all my heart

Hermes:
With all your heart
Well, that's a start.

How to get to Hadestown
You have to take the long way down
Through the underground
Under cover of night
Laying low, staying out of sight
Ain't no compass, brother
Ain't no map
Just a telephone wire and a railroad track
Keep on walking and don't look back
Til you get to the bottom land

Orpheus:
Wait for me
I'm coming
Wait I'm coming with you
Wait for me
I'm coming too
I'm coming too

Hermes:
River Styx is high and wide
Cinder bricks and razor wire
Walls of iron and concrete
Hound dogs howling round the gate
Those dogs'll lay down and play dead
If you got the bones, if you got the bread
But if all you got is your own two legs
Just be glad you've got 'em

Orpheus and Workers:
Wait for me
I'm coming
Wait I'm coming with you
Wait for me
I'm coming too
I'm coming too

Fates:
Who are you?

Clotho:
Where do you think you're going?

Fates:
Who are you?

Lachesis
Why are you all alone?

Fates:
Who are you to think

Atropos:
That you can walk a road
That no one ever walked before

Orpheus:
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

Orpheus and Workers:
*La-ing intensifies*

Hermes:
You're on the lam, you're on the run
Don't give your name, you don't have one
And don't look nobody in the eye
That town'll try to suck you dry
They'll suck your brains, they'll suck your breath
They'll pluck the heart right out your chest
They'll truss you up in your Sunday best
And stuff your mouth with cotton

Orpheus and Workers:

Wait for me(I'm coming)
I'm coming
Wait I'm coming with you
Wait for me(I'm coming too)
I'm coming too
I'm coming

Orpheus and male Worker:
I'm coming wait for me
I hear the walls repeating
The falling of my feet and
It sounds like drumming
And I am not alone
I hear the rocks and stones

Orpheus:
Echoing my song
I'm coming

Workers:
Coming