I've sung one too many songs for a crowd that didn't want lyrics

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 . . .