Once I was hailed as a prodigal son In other words loved by everyone
Now it's so different wherever I go Nobody wants to know
Tried having meetings running about Same as I did when I started out
Now though different wherever I go Nobody wants to know
Could have been normal And look like the rest But I in my wisdom
Decided instead To create an image and this at a time
When image was one word nobody minded you Being abusive too
Standing in doorways for hours on end Waiting to get back a tape
I send And when I get it what does it show Nobody wants to know
Sign on the door say's better come in So I enter and play them my songs
They tell me (all the ones that you had bits with in the early days
were great And, while the new ones really sound bang up to date
There's not a market for a singer of your age Unless of course he's dead
(dead! That's it you got a deal Look at Buddy Holly, Roy Orbison and Elvis
Why he sold more records after his death Than he ever did when he
Was alive You'll be a sensation number one all
over again I an see it now his twenty gravest hits) Sooner or later
I will succeed Good luck and timing is all I need But for the moment where
can I go Nobody wants to know licking my wounds from not only my face is
getting to be so be so common place That even the angel my guardian one
supposedly there to protect me anonymously is as nervous as can be I have
no reason at all to suspect Hatred of me adds to my neglect Not that it
matters cancel the show Nobody wants to know