Stars - Live (1987/Vine St. Bar & Grill)

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 when there's no one there to share
You 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 them are downed
Some of them are crowned, some are lost and never found
But most have seen it all,
They live their lives in sad cafes and music halls
And 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
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 young men of twenty-five
Who follow as you walk and ask for autographs
And kiss you on the cheek and you never really could 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
But anyway, that isn't what I mean to say
I mean to tell a story that I live from day to day

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 you'll always, all you see is glory
But if you don't mind being patience with my fumbling around
I'll come up singing for you, even though I'm down