For a crowd
In the air, in the air
A tune that isn't my kind
I hear a voice and it's speaking to me
And we're wasting time in the coming, going
Oh, I have sung one too many songs
I will hold, hold your hand
I hear a voice and it's speaking to me
A tune drifts through my mind
Losing time in the coming, going
Oh I, I have sung one too many songs