Second Midnight

Two midnights gone
Wanting a Ball is not wanting a Prince
Near may be better than far
But it still isn't there (near may be better than far)
(But it still isn't there)
The ball
So near
So far
You can never love somebody else's child
(Two midnights gone)
The way you love your own (so near)
The prince
So far
The greatest prize can often lie
At the end of the thorniest path
Two midnights gone (two midnights gone)
Two midnights gone
And the exhausted Baker and his wife
Buried the dead Milky-White



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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