Our Star doesn't know who he is any

more. Is he the starmaker, the image

maker, looking for material or is he

just plain boring little Norman after

all? Perhaps he should accept that he

is a plain ordinary bloke and not try to

be something he is not.





(A) Face In The Crowd



I've got to stop faking it,

I've got to start facing it,

I'm going to take my final bow

Then I'm going to take my place in the crowd.

I know I'll get used to it,

I've got to stop acting like a clown.



I've gotta start facing up to what I really am.

I've got to realise l'm just an ordinary man.

I think that I'll just settle down

And take my place in the crowd.

I don't want to lie to myself any more.



Am I just a face in the crowd, is that all I'll ever be?

Don't want to be anything that isn't really me.

Mister, can you tell me who I am?

Do you think I stand out

Or am I just a face in the crowd?