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

To show you all something someday Just a face in the crowd To the wind you’re a toy Just a drunk Irish boy I’ll be back around Well, I danced in the arms of a black haired girl In Scollay Square after the war And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I

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

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

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