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