I was never one for singing

what I really feel

Except tonight, I'm bringing

everything I know that's real



Stars, they come and go

They come fast or slow

They go like the last light

of the sun, all in a blaze

and all you see is glory

But it gets lonely there

when there's no one here to share

We can shake it away

if you'll hear a story



People lust for fame

Like athletes in a game

we break our collarbones

and come up swinging

Some of us are downed

Some of us are crowned

and some are lost

and never found

But most have seen it all

They live their lives in

sad cafes 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

You must make way"

But they'll never know the pain

of living with a name you never owned

or the many years forgetting

what you know too well



The ones who gave the crown

have been let down

You try to make amends

without defending



Perhaps pretending

you never saw the eyes

of grown men of twenty five

that followed as you walked

and asked for autographs

or kissed you on the cheek

and you never could believe

they really loved you



Some make it when they're old

(Perhaps they have a soul

they're not afraid to bare

Or perhaps there's nothing there)



Some women have a body

men will want to see,

so they put it on display

Some people play a fine guitar

I could listen to them

play all day

Some ladies really

move across a stage

and gee, they sure can dance

I guess I could learn how

if I have it half a chance



but I always feel so funny

when my body tries to soar

and I seem to always worry

about missing the next chord



I guess there isn't anything

to put up on display

except the tunes

and whatever else I say

Anyway, that isn't really

what I meant to say

I meant to tell a story

I live from day to day



Stars, they come and go

They come fast or slow

They go like the last light

of the sun, all in a blaze

and all you see is glory

But those who've seen it all

they live their lives

in sad cafes and music halls

we always have a story



So if you don't lose patience

with my fumbling around,

I'll come up singing for you

even when I'm down