The Crowd from 20 Favourites by Phil Vetter

The Crowd

Outside, naked on a cold and windy day
I see fancy cars, to silent,
for what they are suppose to be
On the sidewalk I'm crawling down my way

I am no one, no body here in the crowd
And my wisper is not more than a sound

I can't walk among the herd,
And don't know what they're doing
Everybody burns
There's a stuntman at the corner
Smashing shoppingbags to the wall
Oh, it's so hard to understand

I am no one, no body here in the crowd
And my wisper is not more than a sound
I am no one, no body here in the crowd
And my wisper is not more than a sound

I Try to climb a small hill,
Claw my fingers in a tree, to get an overview
Screaming all the names I've ever heard,
To fight insanity
Where is the sun?
oh where is the sun?

I am no one, no body here in the crowd
And my wisper is not more than a sound
I am no one, no body here in the crowd
And my wisper is not more than a sound

© Phil Vetter 2008

• Acoustic
• Deutschland
• folk
• phil
• poetic
• singer-songwriter
• vetter
• Weßling