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 . . .