Face in the Crowd

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