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