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