Nobody Wants To Know

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