Stars, they come and go.
They come fast, they come 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 there 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 crowned,
Some of us are downed
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 are 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-
That you who gave the crown,
Have been let down.
You try to make amends
Without defending
Perhaps pretending
You never saw the eyes
Of young men at twenty-five,
who followed as you walked,
Asked for autographs,
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 unafraid to bare.
Perhaps there's nothing there.
But anyway that isn't what i meant to say
I'm meant to tell about a story
since we all have stories
I can't remember it anyways
So I'll tell about the mood in the in United States today
Permeating even Switzerland
It Goes ...
But I continue anyway til I get it together
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.
But anyway,
I'm trying to tell my story.
Janis Ian told it very well,
Janis Joplin told it even better,
Billy Holiday even told it even better.
We always,
we always,
we always have a story.
and the latest story that I know is the one that i'm supposed to go out with
and the latest story that I know is the one that i'm supposed to go out with
and the latest story that I know is the one that i'm supposed to go out with
