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 . . .
