The Folk Singer

<p>As I walk these narrow streets where a million passing feet have tried before me<br/>With my guitar in my hand suddenly I realize nobody knows me<br/>Where yesterday the multitude screamed and cried my name out for a song<br/>The day the streets are empty and the crowds have all gone home<br/>I pass a million houses but there is no place where I belong<br/>All I knew to give it was song after song after song<br/>All the truth I try to tell you were as distant to you as the moon<br/>Born 200 years too late and 200 years too soon</p><p>I&#39;m a child of this age locked inside the pages of your book<br/>And when I am but dust and clay and other children stop take look<br/>Well they marble at the miracles I did before them<br/>And to the heights I did inspired<br/>Or will they tear out the pages of the book to light a fire<br/>With the rain on my face there is no place where I belong<br/>Did you forget the folk singer so soon?<br/>And did you forget my song?</p>