AMY CLAYTON, STANDING OUT OF SIGHT, ALL DRESSED IN WHITE,
SHE WAITS LIKE EV’RYONE INSIDE.
CANDLES FLARE, WHILE MUSIC FILLS THE AIR--
SHE WANTS TO HIDE.
AMY CLAYTON, WON’DRING IF THERE’S MORE, LOOKS AT THE DOOR--
SIX STEPS, ONE PUSH AND THEN FRESH AIR.
NO ONE SEES, OR EVEN SEEMS TO CARE.
AMY KNOWS SHE COULD MOVE, BUT WHO KNOWS WHERE?
JUMP IN THE CAR, DON’T LOOK BACK, THIS ROAD’S A ONE-WAY HIGHWAY.
TURN THE KEY, START TO DRIVE, YOU ONLY HAVE TO STEER.
BUT WHAT’S THE POINT IF YOU CAN’T SAY WHERE YOU WANT TO GO?
HOW WILL YOU GET THERE FROM HERE?
AMY CLAYTON, TAKING IN THE VIEW, SHE HEARS HER CUE,
CAN BARELY BREATHE PAST HER BOUQUET.
KNOWING WELL WHAT EV’RYONE WOULD SAY,
AMY TURNS; WILL SHE LEAVE OR WILL SHE STAY?
JUMP IN THE CAR, DON’T LOOK BACK, THIS ROAD’S A ONE-WAY HIGHWAY.
TURN THE KEY, START TO DRIVE, YOU ONLY HAVE TO STEER.
BUT WHAT’S THE POINT IF YOU CAN’T SAY WHERE YOU WANT TO GO?
HOW WILL YOU GET THERE FROM HERE?
WILL YOU RIDE ALONE?
IS IT ONLY YOU?
WILL YOU STOP AND SLEEP?
OR WILL YOU JUST PUSH THROUGH?
WHAT WILL YOU DO, AMY?
WHAT WILL YOU DO?
JUMP IN THE CAR, DON’T LOOK BACK, THIS ROAD’S A ONE-WAY HIGHWAY.
TURN THE KEY, START TO DRIVE, YOU ONLY HAVE TO STEER.
BUT WHAT’S THE POINT IF YOU CAN’T SAY WHERE YOU WANT TO GO?
HOW WILL YOU GET THERE FROM HERE?
AMY CLAYTON, WITH A SECRET SMILE, WALKS DOWN THE AISLE.