In these wastelands of emotions we all strive to find Someone for our heart, soul and mind A poet writes of a tale so drear To grow old alone we all dread and fear And out of nothing comes a love so dire I feel it burning my skin like fire My heart feels wrapped in barbed wire But what a sweet, sweet desire So come all the shadows from one's past To haunt a lonely heart with a love so vast As the fiddler plays a dreadful theme A godlike apparition comes to fulfill the dream