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Crowded Solitude - Rick Springfield
One two three four five reasons a man for all seasons
Wouldn't be inclined to want to stay
I'd love to leave this big bad town
The power and the glory daily grind
As we all fade away
And I rather be alone in a crowd
When my soul needs resurrection and I fly the wrong direction
You will find me climbing a mountain of gratitude
Take a ride on the lonely highway
Reconnect to my heart my way
Happy as the man is on the moon in my crowded solitude
A b c d e goes everywhere we tilt at windmills in the
Self importance of the day
And all around the crushing hordes of just too many people
As the precious minutes tick away
And I'd rather not live humbled or proud
When you find that I am missing you will know that I've gone fishing
In an ocean blue as a fountain true latitude
Through the crashing sounds of silence on my knees
I search for guidance
Looking for a quiet interlude in this crowded solitude
When they find that we've gone missing they will know that
We've gone fishing
In an ocean blue as a fountain we're a multitude
Through the crashing sounds of violence fly a kite here in silence
Happy as the man is on the moon in our solitude
When our souls need resurrection and we fly the wrong direction
You will find us climbing a mountain of gratitude
Through the crashing sounds of silence on our knees
We search for guidance
Looking for a quiet interlude in this crowded solitude in this crowded solitude
In this crowded solitude in this crowded solitude
In this crowded solitude
