The Singer

In a small cafe 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 singerAll 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 a sign that something's wrongNow the eager crowd hangs on every word

But the sounds are slurred by the singer

Till the people feel every aching part

Of the broken heart of the singerStill the song goes on about a love he 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?