Duncan was always cautious Never the one to take a stand Convinced to the bone That he's happier alone And to justify the part Keeps a closely guarded heart Standing amidst the subway He spies the lady of his dreams And catches her stare Long enough to make him care "Oh my Lord, if Beauty has a name Then hers must be the same..." Lights upon empty rooms Home too soon Somewhere inside he burns It looks like tea for one again He sees her every day now And each day he walks her to her door But ever polite He still sleeps alone at night He keeps desire at bay Afraid to change his way Lights upon empty rooms Home too soon Somewhere inside he burns It looks like tea for one again Grey Monday evening finds him Making their usual stops alone Where can she be? He just had to go and see And there's roses in his hand For his new romantic plans Caught in the pouring rain He crouches beneath her awning And there through the screen Spies his lady of esteem Not alone And there's rapture on her face Within a man's embrace. Lights upon empty rooms Home too soon Somewhere inside he burns It looks like tea for one again