14.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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