Even the wolf can learn,
even the sheep can turn,
even the frog bcome at last the prince
No more imagined insults
and no more bloated pride -
I'll see you at the wedding,
I'll see you on the o- ther side
and I'll hold my peace forever
but I'll hold my passion more
I'll be hol- ding the door
and waiting for the princess -
I could say I'm waiting for the world,
but when it comes right down to it
I'm simply wai-ting for the girl.
On through the ring of changes
I'll be at my side in a single bound,
lost and found
looking to be lost and found.
looking to be lost and found.
I'll to be lost and found.
I'll to be lost and found.
La Rossa extends her hands - in the morning light the stigmata don't show
She's up already, making plans; she thinks it's maybe time he ought to go
And she's friendly like it's a service but she's ringing around his head -
though he knows she has no further use for him
still he feels like he's raised from the dead.
Out to the cold grey daylight, never ever wondering, of course,
if one moment of perfect passion
is worth a lifetime of remorse.
The guitar "solo" (would you consider a two-notes line as solo?) is played
So it's no more empty promises
and no more idle threats;
no more 'if only's' and no more 'and yet's';
no more wishes for the future
no more denials of the past;
I'm free at last
I'm in love at last
I'm lost and found
put on your red dress, baby
cos we're going out, tonight