Venus loved Daphne and so did Apollo
So why can't I make myself like a tree?
Why must I burn daily and nightly
When nobody's running - well not after me.
Must I wait, must I pray:
Something good to come my way?
Oh Daphne was stupid! Oh, how could she do it?
How could she turn her prince from her door?
'Cause if you came calling, boy I'd let you in
But you don't come calling, no not anymore.
So I wait, and I grow old
When I'm dead, then you'll know.
Do you know?
You know.