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?