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