Throwing The Election -

There’s a light on the nineteenth floor tonight

They don’t know there won’t even be a fight

But they’ll find out I’ve tired of all the things I’ve

Called my own

When they go to the final mats alone

Don’t even waste the man-hours on us

We are finding no solution

Call all the boys in from the fighting fronts

We have lost the revolution

None of the soaring flight we dreamed

Is any closer to perfection

And all I want is one to fold my arms around

We are throwing the election

There’s a light on in Joanie’s room tonight

And she won’t sleep till summer’s going right

She thought she saw something that would lead her to believe

I’m the kind who’ll accept the strokes and leave

Make me an offer, I don’t waste them now

We have no more fixed intentions

Give all the faithful long-deserved rests

We’ve abandoned our dissentions

You could be one of someone’s hundreds

Who’ll be chosen for affection

And all I want is one to fold my arms around

We are throwing the election

I’ve got a feeling it’s all rigged

I’ve got a feeling it ended a long time ago

Nobody tells me

I’ve got a feeling it’s over now

I’ve got a feeling it’s over now

I’ve got a feeling the votes are in and I got none

And all I want is one