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 ma** 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