The Candidate - Al Stewart

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