I am talking
No one is listening
I write,
but nobody reads
I am ignored,
sidelined and rejected Why, why, why can't cry
always meet?
No one likes me sad,
sad,
sad, sad
And it's driving me mad
I am in exile on Main Street Going nowhere,
exile Main Street
Down in blue light flashing nothing but misery
My songs are not lame
My name is not known I have nothing to show for my inner self
My beliefs and everything I am in exile on Main Street
Worn to the bone here All alone,
and all alone
I
am a gnome
International gnome, man
Always sad,
and good things go bad
As soon as people know me
They push me aside,
leave me lonely inside Cast out to suffer,
another,
another misfit
Just an exile on Main Street Just an exile on Main Street
Just like Jagger said about a lonely time ago
Oh my well, well