As I walk these narrow streets <br />Where a million passin feet have trod before me <br />With my guitar in my hand <br />Suddenly I realize nobody knows me <br /><br />Where yesterday the multitude <br />Screamed and cried my name out for a song <br />Today the streets are empty <br />And the crowds have all gone home <br /><br />I pass a million houses <br />But there is no place that I belong <br />All I knew to give you <br />Was song after song after song <br /><br />All the truths I tried to tell you <br />Were as distant to you as the moon <br />Born 200 years too late <br />And 200 years too soon <br /><br />I'm a child of this age <br />Locked into the pages of your book <br />And when I am but dust and clay <br />And all the children stop to take a look <br /><br />Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform <br />And the heights I did aspire <br />Or will they tear out the pages of the book <br />To light a fire <br /><br />With the rain on my face <br />There is no place that I belong <br />Did you forget this fucking singer so soon? <br />And did you forget my song?
