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