He's the star of the stage, and he screams all night



'cause he can't get to sleep at all



And his favorite book, by the t.v. light, can't stop the matinee,



He's played it over and over



He can't stop the music, or remember the ending to his song



He played it much too long



All those hard-earned words, that he's fought from his pen



Have been forgotten in some empty hall



And the wide-eyed looks, on those wiped-out faces



Make some dreams in such places over and over



He can't stop the music, or remember the ending to his song



He played it much too long



Wouldn't believe your ears, if he told you what the papers use to say



But that was in his hey-day



Back in his prime he had the fans in line



You should have seen him then, now look at him



His hair is getting thin



There's one last show before the glory ends



There in the wings, waits his only friend,



The record that he prayed to over and over



He can't stop the music, or remember the ending to his song



He played it much too long



Then we go like this, and we go like that (music)



Then we go like this, and we go like that,



Can't stop the music



Then we go like this, and we go like that (music)



Then we go like this and we go like that.


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