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 haunted 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?