The Singer Testo

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 hanuted 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?