Stars

	  		
D                       F#m 
Stars, they come and go. 
                               F#m 
They come fast, they come slow. 
                 Cm                 B7 
They go like the last light of the sun, 
           Em 
All in a blaze. 
                   A 
And all you see is glory. 
             D 
But it gets lonely there, 
             C#               Gb 
When there's no one there to share. 
        Em 
We can shake it away, 
                 A 
If you'll hear a story. 
           D         A 
People lust for fame, 
             D7        D 
Like athletes in a game. 
Bm7 
We break our collarbones, 
             Em7 
And come up swinging. 
               A7 
Some of us are crowned, 
                A 
Some of us are downed 
          Em            A7 
Some are lost and never found. 
                      D 
But most have seen it all. 
F#m 
They live their Lives, 
          D             Em7 
In sad cafes and music halls 
                    A 
They always have a story 
                       D 
Some make it when they are young, 
   F#m                        Bm 
Before the world has done its dirty job. 
G            Em7 
And later on someone will say, 
                    A7 
"You've had your day, 
                A 
now you must make way." 
                           D 
But they'll never know the pain 
                 F#m 
Of living with a name you never owned. 
Em7              A7 
The years of forgetting, 
          A 
What you know too well- 
                       D 
That you who gave the crown, 
              F#m 
Have been let down. 
            Bm7     Em7 
You try to make amends 
        A7 
Without defending 
         D 
Perhaps pretending 
A 
You never saw the eyes 
                       B7 
Of young men at twenty-five, 

who followed as you walked, 
                Em7 
Asked for autographs, 

Kissed you on the cheek. 
                           A 
And you never could believe, 

They really loved you. 

                           D 
Some make it when they're old 
F#m                   B7                      Em7 
Perhaps they have a soul they're unafraid to bare. 
                          A7 
Perhaps there's nothing there. 
A                                      D 
But anyway that isn't what i meant to say 

I'm meant to tell about a story 
Cm                F#m 
since we all have stories 
B7 
I can't remember it anyways 
Em7                         A7 
So I'll tell about the mood in the in United States today 

Permeating even Switzerland 
       D 
It Goes ... 
D7                                        G    Em 
But I continue anyway til I get it together 
Em7 
Some women have a body, 
A7 
Men will want to see 
A 
So they put it on display, 
                        D 
Some people play a fine guitar. 
A                                    C 
I could listen to them play all day. 
B7 
But anyway, 
Em                      A 
I'm trying to tell my story. 
      D 
Janis Ian told it very well, 
Bm                               Em 
Janis Joplin told it even better, 
            Em7                 A 
Billy Holiday even told it even better. 
D 
We always, 
A 
we always, 
Bm7              Em7 
we always have a story. 

and the latest story that I know is the one that i'm supposed to go out with 
        Em 
and the latest story that I know is the one that i'm supposed to go out with 
        A7 
and the latest story that I know is the one that i'm supposed to go out with