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 . . .