(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?