Stars, they come and go They come fast they slow They go like the last light of the sun All in a blaze All you see is glory But it gets lonely there When there's no one there to share We can shake it away If we hear a story
People lust for fame Like athletes in a game They break they collarbones And come up swinging Some of them are crowned Some of them are downed Some are lost and never found
But most have seen it all They live their lives In sad cafés and music halls They always have a story
Some make it when they're young Before the world has done its dirty job And later on, someone will say "You've had your day Now you must make way"
But they'll never know the pain Of living with a name you never owned The years of forgetting what you know too well
But you who gave the crown Have been let down You try to make amends Without defending Perhaps pretending
You never saw the eyes Of a young soul of twenty-five That followed as you walk Asked for autographs Kissed you on the cheek
You never quite believe They really loved you Never
Some make it when they're old Perhaps they have a soul They're not afraid to bare Or perhaps there's nothing there Only their own story
Stars, they come and go They come fast, they come slow They go like the last light of the sun All in a blaze All you see is glory
But it gets lonely there
Some people play a fine guitar I could listen to them play all day
But it gets lonely there When there's no one there to share We can shake it away If you have a storyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
