crowded solitude

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