Two midnights gone

Wanting a ball is not wanting a Prince

Near may be better than far
But it still isn't there

Near may be better than far
But it still isn't there

The ball

So near

So far

You can never love somebody else's child

Two midnights gone

The way you love

So near

Your own

The prince

So far

The greatest prize can often lie
At the end of the thorniest path

Two midnights gone
Two midnights, two midnights gone

Two midnights gone
And the exhausted Baker and his wife buried the dead Milky-White

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim