Second Midnight

Two midnights gone

Wanting a Ball is not wanting a Prince

Near may be better than far

But it still isn't there (near may be better than far)

(But it still isn't there)

The ball

So near

So far

You can never love somebody else's child

(Two midnights gone)

The way you love your own (so near)

The prince

So far

The greatest prize can often lie

At the end of the thorniest path

Two midnights gone (two midnights gone)

Two midnights gone

And the exhausted Baker and his wife

Buried the dead Milky-White