The Maître d' Lyrics

The Maître d' sleeps

While the others wait, they're tired

They're meddlesome hearts

Beat low

Watching the outside

A flash of light throws itself through the room signaling

So quietly they stumble to

The balcony and Pierre down at the ground below

And following a voice calls out

The Winter days go

Relentlessly hungry

Searching for rooms to lay low

Drifting through hillsides

A frozen board smashes through the front door way Awakening

And frantically they rush off for

The window pane and jump out though with broken glass

And following a voice rings out

Where are you going

Where are you going My Lord

Where are you goin to

Ahhh

AHHH

Morning wakes red eyes

Their father sits in his rocking Chair

And waits by the fire

With a wind in the front door way

The voices rings outside

Could it be one of the days to

realize?

Where are you going Ahhh

Where are you going My Lord

Where are you going

Where are you going

Ahhh