VERSE 1 Could be wrong but I think When you take center stage not a single eye blinks Some forced to squint In an awkward attempt To somehow filter your glow But you know... That the polish of your armor got'em in a trance Colors intertwine with the power of a dance Poetry in motion got'em in a stand still Eyes glaze over, jaws drop like anvils A feeling you're wishing that even time can't kill Sorry to inform you but it can and will So make the most of it And folks love it Is it the bare essentials Or the bells and whistles Can't tell initially but what remains When a fella's history is it the name That fades like memories Time will tell You know that the divine's design prevails HOOK When the luster fades Will you be a legend or a distant memory Praised by your brethren or a waste of energy When they reminisce over you Will they front or give you your dues When the luster fades Will you make your mark or be written out of history Stimulate thought or become a nonentity When they reminisce over you Will they front or give you your dues When the luster fades REPEAT HOOK
VERSE 2 We're running out of time and it's funny I guess 'Cause we strive to make something that it is truly timeless That'll never tarnish And maintain it's beauty But is that the nature of time? They say that we got 15 minutes to shine But it's all relative 'Cause 15 minutes can feel like forever if We don't believe that time flies But you that most are blind to The Inner Minds Eye Where people come and go with a blink And celebrate your memory and toast with a drink Making your exit as their next thought enters You've made your deposit in their memory bank Hoping one day eventually to gain interest Instead of drawing blanks whenever your name's mentioned Hot today tomorrow you're cold & lonely Tell me where will these songs be...
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BRIDGE Where will you go (go) Will you be long forgotten by the people you know (know) When you've lost your glow (glow) No one at the show (show) And your record stop spinning and you're feeling real low (low) REPEAT BRIDGE
VERSE 3 Where will the entourage go? What will you do if eternal bonds are not so? How many women stayed when the money got low? When the fans seen it all, will they scream bravo Or have a moment of silence, minus the reflection Will your records be a valued part of their collection In a frame on the wall or end up in a dollar bin Will you be forgotten or honored...