I've Sung One Too Many Songs For A Crowd That Didn't Want To Hear Lyrics

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 . . .