The Singer Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

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?