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 mass 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