But thousands of people march to my songs, some just ignore me and shuffle along, some other tip me, hah, and sometimes they sing right along. |
I have crushed the cup of youth like a rose between my fingers but its nectar never warmed my weary heart. |
I wear carefully faded designer jeans and I once met Marlon Brando and I even bought a drink for the Aga Khan but he would not shake my hand. |
Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away and every ounce of energy you try to give away as the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play. |
So what becomes of you my love when they have finally stripped you of the handbags and the glad rags that your Granddad had to sweat so you could buy. |
You can lay down and die, or you can get up and fight, but that's it -- there's no turning back. |