On The Steps Of The Palace

He's a very smart prince,

He's a prince who prepares.

Knowing this time I'd run from him,

He spread pitch on the stairs.

And I'm caught unawares.

Well it means that he cares -

This is more than just malice.

Better stop and take stock

While you're standing here stuck

On the steps of the palace

All right, what do you want?

Have to make a decision.

Why not stay and be caught?

Should I give that a thought,

What would be his response?

But then what if he knew

Who I am when I know

That I'm not what he thinks

That he wants?

And then what if I am?

What a prince would envision?

But then how can you know

Who you are till you know

What you want, which I don't?

So then which do you pick:

Where you're safe, out of sight,

And yourself, but where everything's wrong?

Or where everything's right

But you know that you'll never belong?

And whichever you pick,

Do it quick,

'Cause you're starting to stick

To the steps of the palace

It's my first big decision,

The choice isn't easy to make.

To arrive at a ball

Is exciting and all

Once you're there, though, it's scary.

And it's fun to deceive

When you know you can leave,

But you have to be wary.

There's a lot that's at stake,

But I've stalled long enough,

'Cause I'm still standing stuck

In the stuff on the steps...

Better run along home

And avoid the collision.

Even though they don't care

I'll be better out there

Where there's nothing to choose,

So there's nothing to lose.

So I pry up my shoes.

Without thinking it through,

Things don't have to collide,

I know what my decision is,

Which is not to decide.

I'll just leave him a clue:

For example, a shoe

And then see what he'll do.

Now it's he and not you

Who'll be stuck with a shoe,

In a stew, in the goo,

And I've learned something, too,

Something I never knew,

On the steps of the palace