A few miles south of Falling In Love,
Just a little north of Let It Be,
There's a small, one-horse town,
A place they call Uncertainty.
There isn't much there to see,
Just a K-Mart and a Holiday Inn,
But all who've gone down Romance Row,
Have for awhile checked in.
I've already got a room in Love,
And I'm praying she'll soon join me.
But she's gotten lost along the way,
So she's checked into Uncertainty.
She's not sure she wants to go home,
She's not sure she wants to go on.
She's not sure that what she's feeling now,
Is feeling she can depend upon.
So in her hotel room she sits
And ponders where she wants to be.
In a room of my own I sit and wonder,
How long will she stay in Uncertainty?
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