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 . . .