Unknown - song

People have told me before I die:

"Great things will happen, and that's why

people will know you. They'll call your name,"

but great hasn't happened. It's still the same.

My wind has blown,

and I'm still unknown.

Others have told me: "Your soul is old.

You know the meaning of bitter and cold.

You have a lens that so few can use.

You carve these sculptures and call them the blues."

But my wind has blown,

and I'm still unknown.

The rest of you tell me: "Keep doing your thing.

You touch our hearts with the words that you sing."

Well, I've got to tell you, the sadder truth still,

touching your heart, it don't pay my bills.

My wind has blown,

and I'm still unknown.