Janis Ian - Stars

^Am I was ^Am7/Gnever one for ^D7sus2/F#singing w^Ghat I ^D6/F#really f^Emeel ^Am Except t^Am7/Gonight I'm bringing eve^D7sus2/F#rything I know that's ^D7real ^{D7sus4 D7}

St^Gars, they come and^D6/F# go, they come fast or ^Dm6/Fslow They go like the l^E7ast light of the sun, all in a bl^Amaze ^Am7/G And all you see i^D7sus2/F#s glory ^D7sus2/F# Hey but it^G gets lonely ^D6/F#there when there's^Dm6/F no one here to ^E7share We can sh^Amake it away, ^Am7/G if you'll hear ^D7sus2/F#a story ^{D7 D7sus2 D7}

^G People lust for ^D6/F#fame like athletes in a ^Dm6/Fgame, we b^E7reak our collarbones and come up sw^Aminging, some of us are downed ^Am7/G some of us are crowned,^D7sus2/F# and some are lost and^D7sus2/F# never found But most have seen it a^Gll, ^D6/F# they ^Dm6/Flive their lives in s^E7ad cafes and m^Amusic halls ^Am7/G They always come up ^D7sus2/F#singing ^{D7 D7sus4 D7} Some make it when they're ^Gyoung, b^D6/F#efore the world has do^Dm6/Fne its dirty job ^E7 and later ^Amon someone will say "You've had your day, ^Am7/G now you must mak^D7sus2/F#e way" ^D7 But they'll^D7sus4 never k^D7now the p^Gain of l^D6/F#iving with a ^Dm6/Fname you never owned ^E7 or the m^Amany years for^Am7/Ggetting what you ^D7sus2/F#know too well

That the o^Emnes who gave the ^Em/D#crown have been let ^Em/Ddown You try to ^Em/C#make am^Cmaj7ends without def^D7ending ^{D7sus4 D7}

Perhaps pret^Gending you never saw the^D6/F# eyes of grown men of twenty^Dm6/F-five that f^E7ollow as you walk and ask for pho^Amtographs Or kiss you on the cheek^Am7/G and you never can belie^D7sus2/F#ve they really loved you ^D7sus2/F# Some make it when they're o^Gld ^D6/F# (Pe^Dm6/Frhaps they have a s^E7oul they're not af^Amraid to bare ^Am7/G or perhaps there's nothin^D7sus2/F#g there) ^{D7 D7sus2 D7}

St^Gars, they come and^D6/F# go, they come fast or ^Dm6/Fslow They go like the l^E7ast light of the sun, all in a bl^Amaze ^Am7/G And all you see i^D7sus2/F#s glory ^D7sus2/F# But most have seen it a^Gll, ^D6/F# they ^Dm6/Flive their lives in s^E7ad cafes and m^Amusic halls ^Am7/G They always have a^D7sus2/F# story ^D7sus2/F#

Some w^Gomen have a ^D6/F#body men will wan^Dm6/Ft to see and so they ^E7put it on display Some people p^Amlay a fine guitar, ^Am7/G I could listen to them p^D7sus2/F#lay all day ^D7sus2 Some ladies really m^Gove across the ^D6/F#stage and ^Dm6/Fgee, they sure can d^E7ance I g^Amuess I could learn how, ^Am7/G if I gave it half a^D7sus2/F# chance But I ^Galways feel so ^D6/F#funny when my^Dm6/F body tries to s^E7oar And I ^Amseem to always ^Am7/Gworry about^D7sus2/F# missing the next chord ^G I guess there isn't ^D6/F#anything to ^Dm6/Fput up on disp^E7lay Except the tu^Amnes, ^Am7/G and whatever else ^D7sus2/F#I say

But any^Emway, that isn't r^Em/D#eally ^Em/Dwhat I meant to^Em/C# say I ^Cmaj7meant to tell a story, I ^D7sus4live from day to day

St^Gars, they come and^D6/F# go, they come fast or ^Dm6/Fslow They go like the l^E7ast light of the sun, all in a bl^Amaze ^Am7/G And all you see i^D7sus2/F#s glory ^D7/F# But most have seen it a^Gll, ^D6/F# they ^Dm6/Flive their lives in s^E7ad cafes and m^Amusic halls ^Am7/G And we always have ^D7sus2/F#a story

So ^Gif you don't lose p^D6/F#atience with my ^Dm6/Ffumbling ar^E7ound I'll come up s^Aminging for^Am7/G you, ^D7sus2/F# even when I'm d^Gown ^{D6/F# Dm6/F E7}