Inside the lonely building
Sits the candidate
His speech is typed and ready

The hundred-dollar plates
Sit on deserted tables
Beneath fluorescent light

But no one comes to hear him
No cheers disturb the night
So where are all the voters?

Where the voter's wives?
They've all gone to the movies
Trying to understand their lives.

The candidate is slipping
Into some dream of old
Not noticing around him

A thousand rubber chickens going cold