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 . . .