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