STREETS OF FAME

You walk again the streets of fame

And all the strangers look the same

There is no one to hate or blame

There is no one to call by name

You stop right there and try to scream

To swim against this nameless stream

To blow away the fake stage steam

To catch the light and climb the beam

You helpless fall down on your knees

To pray to who? There’s no one who sees!

Shining shoes and clacking heels

Glowing shades and turning wheels

You’re a pavement now – an empty street

You feel the marks of walking feet

You twist and shake under their beat

You are the place where others meet

The beat is driving you insane

Your own face doesn’t look the same

Oh, Stranger, now you finally came!

You walk on street that has your name