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’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

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 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