Intro: verse 1 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 multitudes screamed and cried my name out for a song Now the streets are empty and the crowds they've all gone on home verse 2 With the rain on my face there's no place where I belong And my whole life consists of a story a poem and a song Now the truths I've tried to tell you are as distant as the moon Born a hundred years too late two hundred years too soon verse 3 I'm a child of the sage Lost in the pages of a book But when I'm dust and clay will other people stop to take a look And will they marvel at the miracles I performed And to the heighths I aspired Or will they tear the pages from the book to light a fire With the rain on my face there's no place where I belong