Текст Rick Springfield – 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

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

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