Lletres: Roy Orbison. The Crowd.

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 fun, ev'ry 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 hide away

Oh, but you're gone and it's not the same old gang
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 and me