He's the star on the stage, but it's so hard to seeHe's the star on the stage, but he screams all nightCause he can't get to sleep at allAnd his favorite book by the TV's a lieCan't stop this magnet, he's played it over and overAnd he can't stop the music or remember the endingTo his song, he played it much too longAll those modern words that he's poured from his penHave been forgotten in some empty hallAnd those wide-eyed looks on those wiped-out facesMakes him dream of them places over and overAnd he can't stop the music or remember the endingTo his song, he played it much too longWouldn't believe it isIf he told you what the papers used to sayThat was a mistake, babeYeah, back in his prime he had the fans in lineYou should have seen him thenNow look at hisHair is getting thinThere's one last show before the glory hangsThere in the wings waits his only friendThe record that he's played to over and overAnd he can't stop the music or remember the endingTo his song, he played it much too longNo, he can't stop the music, oh noCan a gold light punch, can a gold light popMusicCan a gold light punch, can a gold light popCan't stop the musicCan a gold light punch, can a gold light popMusicCan a gold light punch, can a gold light popCan't stop the musicCan a gold light punch, can a gold light popMusicCan a gold light punch, can a gold light popCan't stop the musicCan a gold light punch, can a gold light popMusicMusic