It was high July, another summer on the boardwalk His skin was brown as a rosary bead The year before he was everybody's hero But he was losing ground and gaining speed
It could've been a girl or just one good hand of poker That could've turned the whole damn thing around But that July something was lost And never did get found
He was a sun that was waiting to rise He had the look of a king in his eyes And everything, everything was possible
And now he just laughs and says what the hell And clings to the secret that he'll never tell But I wish I knew what kind of scar Can turn a sun into just another falling star
Now I get this deja vu and I don't really like it With this friend of mine that can't get it in his brain He's a diamond lost inside the stone He's a player born to win the game
But he's gonna blow it all, the brass rings in his finger And I gotta watch as he throws it away He's like a song that's rare and right That no one's gonna play
He is a sun that is waiting to rise He's got the look of a king in his eyes And everything, everything is possible
And now he just laughs and says what the hell And clings to the secret that he'll never tell But I wish I knew what kind of scar Can turn a sun into just another falling star Oh, just another falling star
Can someone explain it cause I don't know why Some people live like they're waiting to die And I wish I knew what kind of scar Can turn a sun into just another falling star Oh, just another falling star