As I walk these narrow streets
Where a million passing feet have trod before me
With my guitar in my hand suddenly I realize nobody knows me
Where yesterday the multitude
Screamed and cried my name out for a song
Today the streets are empty and the crowds
Have all gone home
I pass a million houses but there is no place that I belong
All I knew to give you was song after song after song
All the truths I tried to tell you
Were as distant to you as the moon
Born two hundred years too late
And two hundred years too soon
I'm a child of this age locked into the pages of your book
And when I am but dust and clay
And all the children stop to take a look
Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform
And the heights I did aspire
Or will they tear out the pages of the book to light a fire
With the rain on my face there is no place that I belong
Did you forget this f**king singer so soon
And did you forget my song
