In a small café   On a crowded night   In a spot of light   Stands the singer,   Then 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 her song   But in her haunted face   And in her 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 she knew   That seemed so sure and true   But turned out wrong   And from the tears she shows   Nobody really knows   Is she the singer or the song?   Is she the singer or the song?      As the sad song ends   She hits the final note   It catches in her throat   But comes out strong   And as she bows and goes   Nobody really knows   Was she the singer or the song?   Was she the singer or the song?      lalada lalada etc