He's the star of the stageand he screams all night



'cause he can't get to sleep at all



And his favorite bookby the t.v. lightcan't stop the matinee



He's played it over and over



He can't stop the musicor remember the ending to his song



He played it much too long



All those hard-earned wordsthat he's fought from his pen



Have been forgotten in some empty hall



And the wide-eyed lookson those wiped-out faces



Make some dreams in such places over and over



He can't stop the musicor remember the ending to his song



He played it much too long



Wouldn't believe your earsif he told you what the papers use to say



But that was in his hey-day



Back in his prime he had the fans in line



You should have seen him thennow look at him



His hair is getting thin



There's one last show before the glory ends



There in the wingswaits his only friend



The record that he prayed to over and over



He can't stop the musicor remember the ending to his song



He played it much too long



Then we go like thisand we go like that (music)



Then we go like thisand we go like that



Can't stop the music



Then we go like thisand we go like that (music)



Then we go like this and we go like that.