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 will hold, hold your hand
In the air, in the air
A tune drifts through my mind
A 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
Oh, I have sung one too many songs
For a crowd
Oh I, I have sung one too many songs
For a crowd that didn't want to hear