The Crowd - Roy Orbison, Waylon Jennings, Bobby Fuller

I go out with the crowd, I play the game

Pretending out loud but it don’t seem the same

For the heart of the crowd is gone from sight

My part of the crowd is not with me tonight

I remember the prom, every dance with you

All the crazy things that we used to do

Sometimes we’d wait for a chance

And then we’d steal away

From the crowd and the dance to our hideaway

Aww, but you’re gone and it’s not the same old game

I fall apart each time I hear your name

Guess I’ll go along with the crowd, I’ll make believe

That you’ll come back to me, run back to me

Hurry back to the crowd a-and me