(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?