Janis Ian - Stars

^AmI was n^Am/Gever one for ^D9/F#singing ^GWhat I ^D6/F#really fe^Em9el ^AmExcept ton^Am/Gight, I'm bring^Am/Ging Every^D9/F#thing I know that's ^D7real

^GStars, they come and ^D6/F#go They come fast or ^Dm6/Fslow, they go like The ^E7last light of the sun, all in a ^Amblaze ^Am/GAnd all you see is ^D9/F#glory ^D9

But ^Git gets lonely ^D6/F#there When there's ^Dm6/Fno one here to ^E7susshare ^E7 We can ^Amshake it away ^Am/G If you'll hear a ^D9/F#story ^D7 G

People lust for ^D6/F#fame Like athletes in a ^Dm6/Fgame We ^E7break our collarbones And come up ^Amswinging

Some of us are downed ^Am/G Some of us are ^D9/F#crowned

And ^D9/F#never found But most have seen it ^Gall ^D6/F# They ^Dm6/Flive their lives in ^E7Sad cafes and ^Ammusic halls ^Am/G They always come up ^D6/F#singing ^{D7 D7sus2}

Some make ^D7it when they're ^Gyoung Be^D6/F#fore the world has ^Dm6/Fdone its dirty ^E7job And later ^Amon, someone will say "You've had your ^Am/Gday

Now You must make ^D9/F#way" ^D7 But they'll ^D7sus4never k^D7now the ^Gpain Of ^D6/F#living with a ^Dm6/Fname You never ow^E7ned Or the ^Ammany years forg^Am/Getting What you ^D9/F#know too well

That the ^Emones who gave the ^Em(maj7)crown Have been let ^Em7down You try to ^A9/C#make am^Cmaj7ends Without de^D7fending

^D7sus4 Perha^D7ps pre^Gtending You never saw the ey^D6/F#es Of grown men of twenty ^Dm6/Ffive That ^E7followed as you walked And asked for ^Amautographs Or kissed you on the ^Am/Gcheek And you never can be^D9/F#lieve They really loved you ^D9/F#

Some make it when they're ^Gold ^D6/F# Per^Dm6/Fhaps they have a ^E7soul They're not a^Amfraid to bare ^Am/G Or perhaps there's nothing t^D9/F#here ^{D7 D7sus2 D7}

^GStars, they come and ^D6/F#go They come fast or ^Dm6/Fslow They go like the ^E7last light Of the sun, all in a ^Amblaze ^Am6/G And all you see is ^D9/F#glory But ^Git gets lonely ^D6/F#there When there's ^Dm6/Fno one here to ^E7susshare ^E7 We can ^Amshake it away ^Am/G If you'll hear a ^D9/F#story ^D7

Some ^Gwomen have a ^D6/F#body Men will ^Dm6/Fwant to see So they ^E7put it on display Some people ^Amplay a fine guitar ^Am/G

^D9/F#Play all day ^D9/F# Some ladies really ^GMove across a ^D6/F#stage And ^Dm6/Fgee, they sure can ^E7dance I ^Amguess I could learn how ^Am/G If I gave it half a ^D9/F#chance

But I ^Galways feel so fun^D6/F#ny When my ^Dm6/Fbody tries to ^E7soar And I ^Amseem to always ^Am/Gworry About ^D9/F#missing the next chord

I ^Gguess there isn't ^D6/F#anything To ^Dm6/Fput up on dis^E7play Except the tunes ^{Am Am/G} And whatever else I ^D9/F#say

Any^Emway, that isn't real^Em(maj7)ly ^Em7What I meant to ^A9/C#say I ^Cmaj7meant to tell a story I ^D7sus4live from day to ^D7day

^GStars, they come and ^D6/F#go They come fast or ^Dm6/Fslow They go like the ^E7last light Of the sun, all in a ^Amblaze ^Am/G And all you see is ^D9/F#glory ^D9/F#But those who've seen it ^Gall ^D6/F# They ^Dm6/Flive their lives In ^E7sad cafes and ^Ammusic halls ^Am/G We always have a ^D9/F#story ^D9/F#

^GSo if you don't lose pa^D6/F#tience With my ^Dm6/Ffumbling a^E7susround ^E7 I'll come up ^Amsinging for you ^{Am/G D9/F#} Even when I'm ^Gdown ^{D6/F# Dm6/F Am}