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?