Return to Archive Crowded Rooms by B. G. Ryan Crowded rooms filled with lonely lives Fancy talk in perfumed air. Rich men laugh,poor man cries Someone sings a lullaby. Too much food and too much wine Starving children left behind All those plans gone to waste, Shall we never embrace? Shake my hand and say goodbye Let your eyes search the sky Thoughts return into your head, Someone sings a lullaby. Crowded rooms filled with broken dreams The vacant stare of men apart Nobody near to wipe a tear, Someone sings a lullaby.