Lyric I ve Sung One Too Many Songs For A Crowd That Didn t Want

TO HEAR
She walks through my mind
She strolls through my moods
And we re wasting time in the coming, going
Losing time in the coming, going
I hold your hand in the air.
Tune drifts through my mind
Tune that isn t my kind
I hear a voice and it s speaking to me
I hear a voice and it s speaking to me
I have sung one too many songs
For a crowd that didn t want to hear . . .