Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down Still taste the whiskey, still fresh on my mouth Hot

Save a little love for me yeah Save a little love for me yeah yeah My face in the crowd So save a little love for me I'm sure, I know without a doubt I'll find your face in the crowd I'm just a face in the crowd You probably don't know me as I don't

Baby love me lights out Before they turn the lights out In the darkest night I’ll I’ll search through the crowd Your face is all that I see I’ll give you everything You can turn my lights out Baby kiss me You love me like XO

Your face is lost in the crowd Should I offer up my hand And save a wish for once For all of us And should I offer up my hand And lay the guilt on myself So it's easier to not stay To not stay

Suicidal, in a trance, a religious army Fight without an uniform and hide in the crowd Chosen by God or a coward insane, stand up and show me your face! Call it holy, call it just, authorized by heaven Leave your wounded as they die and call it "God's

Gotta be above it And I know that I gotta be above it now And I gotta bide my time as a face in the crowd And I cannot let them all just bring me down I'll just close my eyes and make so that all the things don't affect me now And I know that I can't let

Gotta be above it And I know that I gotta be above it now And I gotta bide my time as a face in the crowd And I cannot let them all just bring me down I'll just close my eyes and make so that all the things don't affect me now And I know that I can't let