The Musician

Just a lonely musician in a world he'd come to know

A word of plastic meanings and an endless one night show

Where everything that he dreamed of had finally come to pass

But the smile upon his face, just wasn't meant to last

And they said that all the bad times were gone

They said we'd be on easy street from now on

But I've got the feelin' that its all gone wrong

And I ask myself?how long? I can keep on hanging on

When all that's left is just this song

His mind turns back to a girl he'd known in the not to

Distant past

To a love who'd known, that could have been, but wasn't built

To last

A world thats built an images, and nothings ever meant

And theres not much left of truth and love, when they've taken

Their percent

They said you were a superstar, but look what you've become

You're bitter sweet success has left you feeling numb

They paid you with a thousand tears, and the dreams long gone

And all that you have left is just this song

Well he's on the road day after day

The radio his records play

But the loneliness is here to stay

And so he takes the stage again, and forces back a tear

And he sings a song of a love he'd knows, that the audience

Won't hear