| I was never one for saying what I really feel | |
| Except tonight I'm bringing everything I know that's real | |
| 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 | |
| Hey, but it gets lonely here | |
| When there's no one here to share | |
| You can shake it all away if you will hear my story | |
| Some people ask for fame like athlete's in a game | |
| We break our collarbones and come up swinging | |
| Some of us are downed some of us a crowned | |
| And some are lost and never found but most have seen it all | |
| They live there lives in sad cafe's and music halls | |
| They always come up singing | |
| Some make it when they're young before the world has done its dirty job | |
| Later on someone will say you've had your day, | |
| And now you must make way | |
| But they will never know the pain of living | |
| With a name you'd never own | |
| Or the many years forgetting | |
| What you know too well | |
| That the ones who get the crown | |
| Have been let down | |
| Yet try to make amends | |
| Without defending | |
| Perhaps pretending | |
| You never saw the eyes | |
| Of grown men of twenty-five | |
| That follow as you walk | |
| And ask for autographs | |
| Or kiss you on the cheek | |
| But you never can believe | |
| They really love you | |
| Some make it when they're old | |
| Perhaps they have a soul | |
| They're not afraid to bear | |
| Or perhaps there's nothing there | |
| 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 most have seen it all | |
| They live there lives | |
| In sad cafe's and music halls | |
| They always come up singing | |
| Singing | |
| Singing | |
| Singing |