Ian Thomas - Star

Rushing everywhere against the time When all along, I've got nowhere to go Trying to be a star, way up high Looking down and making quite a show Spending money every time I needed laughter Small talk with some honey who's so irritating after And all along you were right in front of me Chorus C'mon sonny well you're gonna be a star Make lots of money and retire And when it's over you'll be looking from afar Trying to forget the mire Star... star Reassuring smiles that seem so real Lead me on into a fantasy Everybody's trying to make a deal On everything they can get out of me Shaking hands and all the one night stands The praise that always follows, seems to leave me feeling hollow And all along you were right in front of me Chorus