(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?.