The Crowded Room

Hold on love I'll calm your doubt No need to worry or break down Got to see the world for what it's worth Keeping both feet on the ground, sometimes Years of wandering through your storms You feel like a victim lying helplessly on a foreign shore Wai

I have a friend Who's weaker than most Every night he goes out His pity stays home In bed, where his wife lays in shame He goes down to the bridge By his house Doesn't do what he's always thought about But he'll call me with tears in his eyes And say

Long flights, tall frights I've learned to believe in a world of Strange signs And wake up in lonely daylight I try Everything I can describe Transatlantic daylight My vessel might not make it home Long flights, tall frights I wander the landscape Of

Were born To meet someday Our separate lives And separate love Stood in our way I've hid for years In this well lit room All passing cars Were failed attempts To find you Though every war I've wanted to believe in They only drove her Farther out away

The smell of gasoline ignites A fire burning deep inside the mind I am dressed in sundays best I did it love, I'd do it all again Though I worry more and more Of what my parents they will say As they read about their son And congregate for breakfast