Stars, they come and go. They come fast, ‘n 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 crowned, Some of us are downed Some of are lost and never found. But most have seen it all. They live their Lives, In sad cafes and music halls They always have a story
Some make it when they’re young, Before the world has done it’s dirty job. And later on, someone will say, “You’ve had your day, now you must make way.” Don’t they always?
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 you who gave the crown, Have been let down. You try to make amends Without defending Perhaps pretending You never saw the eyes Of young men at twenty-five, who followed as you walked, Asked for autographs, Kissed you on the cheek. And you never could believe, They really loved you. Never Some make it when they’re old Perhaps they have a soul they’re not afraid to bare. Perhaps there’s nothing there.
But anyway that isn’t what i meant to say I’m meant to tell about a story since we all have stories but can’t remember it anyways So i can tell about the mood in the in United States today Permeating even Switzerland It Goes … [music] But i continue anyways until i get it together
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. But anyway, I’m trying to tell my story. Janis Ian told it very well, Janis Joplin told it even better, Billy Holiday told it even better. We always, we always, we always have a story. The latest story that I know is the one that i’m supposed to go out of Feeling, nothing more than feelings, Feelings, nothing more than feelings. Feelings of love. You know that?
