The Singer
(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?
Time
Then the door with no handle is closing behind her again
She places the light on a chair by the window
Says a prayer while the wind blows
And then in her bed clothes she hides
Now she's safe from the darkness
She's safe from its clutch
Now nothing can harm her
At least not very much
What will you dream of tonight Lady Rachel?
What will you dream of tonight?
Who will you dream of tonight Lady Rachel?
Who will you dream of tonight?
She climbs up a hill and is handed a parcel
Then she unwraps