Stars

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 there to share
We can shake it away
If we hear a story

People lust for fame
Like athletes in a game
They break their collarbones
And come up swinging
Some of them are crowned
Some of them are downed
And some are lost and never found
But most have seen it all
They live their lives
In sad cafés and music halls
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 of forgetting what you know too well

But you, who gave the crown
Have been let down
You try to make amends
Without defending

Perhaps pretending
You never saw the eyes
Of a young soul of twenty-five
That follow as you walk
And ask for autographs
Kissed you on the cheek
And you never can believe
They really loved you, never
Some make it when they're old
Perhaps they have a soul
They're not afraid to bare
Or perhaps there's nothing there
Only their own stories

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

Some people play a fine guitar
I could listen to them play all day

Stars, they come and go
They come fast, they come slow
And 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
We can shake it away
If you have a story