Capitol Years 1965 1977 lyrics

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