MY FAIR LADY, besides being generally perfect in practically every way, has my favorite Instrumental ending. "I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face" is already a terrific final number, but the Orchestral swell as the melody picks up "I Could Have Danced All Night" is triumphantly gorgeous.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.