They lined up, anxious, at the door
Nervously pacing 'cross the floor,
Waiting for the latest news
A 'yes' or 'no', cheers or boo's.
The full moon rose and still they wait
The clock strikes twelve --it's getting late.
Yet still they sit and still they stand
The oddest creatures in the land,
All here claiming to fill the part
Of the lover, sick at heart.

A door swings open; all hearts race,
Hope for a glimpse of that sweet face.
They've gathered here from near and far
They've brought words and flowers, one a guitar
Each out to prove that he is best
Each prays to be picked above the rest
And so they gather by her door
Each humming, chanting words amour
Praying that they'll reach her ears
So she'll come out to dispel their fears

Yet hope here is idle, wasted prayer
For all wait for someone who isn't there.
A breeze through an open window flows
But no one on the outside knows.
The door is locked, but still they try,
She's said it before, but to themselves they lie.
For she has gone off into the night,
Away from sound; away from sight.
Maybe with a prince; or on her own
Either way, away she's flown.

She's out or reach, she won't be back
She's disappeared into the black,
Yet still they gather, still they stay
Each hoping he'll get his own way.
Yet she is gone, she won't look back