I've Sung One Too Many Songs For A Crowd That Didn

TO HEARShe walks through my mindShe strolls through my moodsAnd we're wasting time in the coming, goingLosing time in the coming, goingI hold your hand in the air.Tune drifts through my mindTune that isn't my kindI hear a voice and it's speaking to meI hear a voice and it's speaking to meI have sung one too many songsFor a crowd that didn't want to hear . . .