Remembering ...

I was never one for singing what I really feel Except tonight I'm bringing everything I know that's real Stars, they come and go, they come fast or 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 there when there's no one here 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 downed some of us are crowned, and some are lost and never found But most have seen it all, they live their lives in sad cafes and music halls They always come up singing 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 many years forgetting what you know too well That the ones who gave the crown have been let down You 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 and you never can 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) 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 their lives in sad cafes and music halls They always have a story Some women have a body men will want to see and so they put it on display Some people play a fine guitar, I could listen to them play all day Some ladies really move across the stage and gee, they sure can dance I guess I could learn how, if I gave it half a chance But I always feel so funny when my body tries to soar And I seem to always worry about missing the next chord I guess there isn't anything to put up on display Except the tunes, and whatever else I say But anyway, that isn't really what I meant to say I meant to tell a story, I live from day to day Stars, they come and go, they're coming 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, who live their lives in sad cafes and music halls And we always have a story So if you don't lose patience with my fumbling around I'll come up singing for you, even when I'm down