 Duncan was always cautious
Never the one to take a stand
Convinced to the bone
That he's happier alone
And to justify the part
Keeps a closely guarded heart
Standing amidst the subway
He spies the lady of his dreams
And catches her stare
Long enough to make him care
"Oh my Lord, if Beauty has a name
Then hers must be the same..."
Lights upon empty rooms
Home too soon
Somewhere inside he burns
It looks like tea for one again
He sees her every day now
And each day he walks her to her door
But ever polite
He still sleeps alone at night
He keeps desire at bay
Afraid to change his way
Lights upon empty rooms
Home too soon
Somewhere inside he burns
It looks like tea for one again
Grey Monday evening finds him
Making their usual stops alone
Where can she be?
He just had to go and see
And there's roses in his hand
For his new romantic plans
Caught in the pouring rain
He crouches beneath her awning
And there through the screen
Spies his lady of esteem
Not alone
And there's rapture on her face
Within a man's embrace.
Lights upon empty rooms
Home too soon
Somewhere inside he burns
It looks like tea for one again
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