She sits in her room with her rocking chair romance
In a land far away, in a time not her own
She dreams of a lover who’ll come to her someday
And sweep her away to enchantments unknown

But she wakes from her fantasy crying again
’Cause she lives in a real world and there, she’s alone
For storybook lovers aren’t easy to come by
And castles and kingdoms aren’t easy to own

Her friends are concerned ’cause she’s getting no younger
And her empty heart shows through her restless eyes
And always inside there is burning a hunger
For something she needs but she won’t recognize

Still she’s steadfastly true to what she never knew
And she’ll gather no rosebuds till he comes her way
And what will she do when she wakes up tomorrow
To find that her future has no yesterdays

And maybe someday it all will work out right
Maybe someday she will find her a white knight
She’ll rush to his arms never meaning to stray
But what will she do when she finds out one day
That her knight is a man and his feet are of clay—maybe she’ll say