Stands in the blinding lights
Chasing away the nights
Sees the crowd

People he'll never know
Watching his rousing show
Music's loud

Singing songs he likes no more, talking about love he can't feel
Knows he can't leave, it's all part of the deal

Faces that stare at him
Until the lights grow dim
Then they're gone

Rock 'n roll fugitive
Can't find a place to live
Always moving on

All they want is a fantasy that looks like the man on stage
If life were a book he'd turn over this page
Now tell me

Who - who's fooling who?
Who's fooling who?

Faces that stare at him
Until the lights grow dim
Then they're gone

Rock 'n roll fugitive
Can't find a place to live
Always on the run

They only see what they want to see, something has got out of hand
Where has it gone wrong, he doesn't understand
Now tell me

Who - who's fooling who?
Who's fooling who?



(c) T. Scherpenzeel & I. Linders