Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stars, artist - Janis Ian.
Date of issue: 31.01.1974
Song language: English
Stars |
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 |
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 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 |
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 |
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 followed as you walked |
and asked for autographs |
or kissed you on the cheek |
and you never 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) |
Some women have a body |
men will want to see, |
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 a stage |
and gee, they sure can dance |
I guess I could learn how |
if I have 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 |
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 come fast or slow |
They go like the last light |
of the sun, all in a blaze |
and all you see is glory |
But those who’ve seen it all |
they live their lives |
in sad cafes and music halls |
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 |