Crowded Solitude

(Springfield/Bissonette)

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'd 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 the silence

Happy as the man is on the moon in our solitude

When our soul needs 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

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