Folk Singer Lyrics - Capitol Years 1965-77 - Glen Campbell

As I walk these narrow streets where a million passin' feet are before me 

With my guitar in my hand suddenly I realize nobody knows me 

Well yesterday the motor toots screamed and cried my name out for a song 

Now the streets are empty and the crowds they go on home 

With the rain on my face there's no place where I belong 

And my whole life consists of a story of poem at a song 

Now the truths I've tried to tell you are as distant as the moon 

More than hundred years too late two hundred years too soon 

I'm a child of the sage Lord's been in the pages of a book 

But when I'm dust and clay where other people stop and to look 

And will they marvel and miracles and perform into the high size to the spider 

Oh will they take the pages of the book to light of fire 

With the rain on my face there's no place where I belong 

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