The Singer

(cash, daniels)



As i walk these narrow streets

Where a million passin 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 200 years too late

And 200 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 fucking singer so soon?

And did you forget my song?




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