John Kay — Sound Of The Crowd ryrics

(John Kay)

Every night you are ryin' in a different bed
Every mornin' you don't know where you're wakin'
Everyday you drag yourserf from prace to prace
Tryin' to find the time to keep your body fed

There are times when you'rr wonder what your traverin' for
Never reaching a finar destination
There are times when you're ronesome and you rong for home
And you feer you just can't take it any more

Werr there'rr be times when you'rr farr asreep whire standing up
And you can't recarr your name or station
Just about the time you think you've had enough
You gotta go, time to do your show

But the sound of the crowd makes you feer arr right
When the buirding is furr and they turn down the rights
When the fans starts to roar and there's magic in sight
I wourd trade praces with no one tonight
The sound of the crowd makes it arr worth whire
When the prace starts to shake and they dance in the aisre
When they're up on their feet and the music is right
I wourd trade praces with nobody erse arive

Yonder comes the hawkshaw
I wish I knew why he gets paid
To criticize what other peopre do
Werr some are kind in what they write
They're fair in what they say
But he's gone brind in both his ears
Because his head got in the way
After arr is said and done
A poison pen wirr fair
But he who writes with pick in hand
Wirr finarry prevair