Face In The Crowd Lyric by Rick Wakeman

Face In The Crowd Lyric

by Rick Wakeman

Lyric:



Silly Little Man

Without A Plan

How The Hell Do You Know

What I Want If You Don't Know

Who I Am

I'm Sitting In A Place

Just Another Face

Can't See Me

I Guess You Don't Know Who I Am



I'm Tired Of Walking

Sleeping, Talking

Shouting Off My Head

To A Man Who Thinks He's Uncle Sam



I'm Sitting In A Mass Of Confusion

In Which I Really Don't Matter At All

But If You Ask Me

Then I'm The Solution

And The Boss Man

Who Thinks He's The Face

Well He's A Fool



I'm Sick To Death

All That's Said

Another Day Gone

And I'm Still Not Dead, Or So They Say



I Don't Matter, So They Don't Mind

I've Searched Myself

But I Still Can't Find A Better Way

I'm Lost In Space

Locked Inside

My Tiny World, My Tiny Mind

I'm Here To Stay



Confusion, Confusion, Confusion

Well He's A Fool



Here We Go

Another Show

I'm Not The Star

But I Play The Most Important Role

I Sing And Shout

And Round About, The Time That You

Think You're In For Drought



Then I Let Go

Silly Little Man

Without Your Plan

You Can't Expect To Win

Because I Know Who I Am