... o original
... o poema
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
