Ocean Blue I've Sung One Too Many Songs For A Crowd That Didn't Want
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 . . .
