Stars

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

You can shake it away, if you'll hear a story

People lust for fame like athletes in a game

They break out collarbones and come up swinging

Some of them are downed

Some of them are crowned

Some are lost and never found

But most have seen it all

They live their lives in sad cafes and music halls

And 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

Or the years forgetting what you know too well

That you gave the crown have been let down

You try to make amends without defending

Perhaps pretending you never saw the eyes of young men in twenty-five

Who follow as you walk and ask for autographs

And kiss you on the cheek and you never really 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)

But anyway, that isn't really what I meant to say

I meant to tell a story, that I live from day to day

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 you always all you see is glory

But if you don't mind being patience with my fumbling around

I'll come up singing for you, even though I'm down