He's the star on the stage, but he screams all night   'Cause he can't get to sleep at all   And his favorite book, by the T.V. Light   Can't stop this matinee, he's played it over and over      And he can't stop the music   Or remember the ending to his song   He played it much too long      All those hard earned words, that he's fought from his pen   Have been forgotten in some empty hall   And those wide eyed looks, on those wiped out faces   Make some dreams of their places over and over      And he can't stop the music   Or remember the ending to his song   He played it much too long      Wouldn't believe in years   If he told you what the papers use to say   But that was in his hey day      Get back in his prime he had the fans in line   You should have seen him then   Now look at him      His hair is getting thin   There's one last show before the glory ends   There in the wings, waits his only friend   The record that he's prayed to over and over      And he can't stop the music   Or remember the ending to his song   He played it much too long      Now, he can't stop the music, oh no   Then we go like this, and we go like that   Music   Then we go like this, and we go like that   Can't stop the music      Then we go like this, and we go like that   Music   Then we go like this and we go like that   Can't stop the music      Then we go like this, and we go like that   Music   Then we go like this, and we go like that   Can't stop the music      Then we go like this, and we go like that   Music   Then we go like this and we go like that