| You were the god in the halls of time | |
| You've seen them come and seen them go | |
| Why can't you sleep at night | |
| Maybe it's the glare of the light | |
| Maybe it's something you'll never know | |
| You heard the voice again last night | |
| You're fooling yourself, this ain't no dream | |
| Maybe it's not too late | |
| You can still cheat the hand of fate | |
| Just roll the dice and play the game | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| Legends never die | |
| They keep the memory alive | |
| Legends never die | |
| They'll keep a part of you inside | |
| You know you're not the way you seem | |
| You're not a puppet on a string | |
| Maybe it's not too late | |
| You can still cheat the hand of fate | |
| Just close your eyes and play the game | |
| Tuesday morning New York Times | |
| You passed away, you lost your mind, well . . . | |
| We all try to play the game, | |
| We all want to taste the fame | |
| We'd sell our souls if the price is right | |
| (Chorus) |