The Singer

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

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 f*cking singer so soon?
 And did you forget my song?