The Singer

In a small café
 On a crowded night
 In a spot of light
 Stands the singer,
 And the band begins
 And the beat is strong
 And the room belongs
 To the singer,
 All the people turn to hear
 The sad refrain
 And catch the cry of pain
 That's in his song
 But in his haunted face
 And in his searching eyes
 There's sign that something's wrong
 Now the eager crowd
 Hangs on every word
 But the sounds are slurred by the singer
 Till the people feel every aching part
 Of the broke heart of the singer
 Still the song goes on
 About a love e knew
 That seemed so sure and true
 But turned out wrong
 And from the tears he shows
 Nobody really knows
 Is he the singer or the song?
 Is he the singer or the song?
 As the sad song ends
 He hits the final note
 It catches in his throat
 But comes out strong
 And as he bows and goes
 Nobody really knows
 Was he the singer or the song?
 Was he the singer or the song?