(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?