Stars, they come and goThey come fast, they come slowThey go like the last light of the sun, all in a placeAnd all you see is glory hereBut it gets lonely there when there's no one there to shareYou can shake it awayIf you hear a story
People lost for fame like athletes in a gameThey break their collarbones and come up swingingSome of them are crowned, some of them are downedSome are lost and never found
But most have seen it allThey live their lives in sad cafés and online hallsAnd they always have a story
Some make it when they're youngBefore the world has done its dirty jobAnd later on, someone will say you've had your dayNow you must make way
But they'll never know the painOf using a name you never ownedAnd the years of forgetting what you've known too wellThat you, who gave the crown, have been let downYou try to make amendWithout defending, perhaps pretending
You never saw the eyes of young men at twenty-fiveWho followed as you walked, asked for autographKissed you on the cheekYou always knew that they don't really love you
Some make it when they're oldPerhaps they have a soulThey aren't afraid to bear herPerhaps there's nothing there
Stars, they come and goThey come fast, they come slowThey go like the last light of the sun, all in a placeAnd all you see is glory, but it gets lonely there
