The Glory

You always wanted to be a
Big rock 'n' roll star now you are
You worked so hard and you dreamed so long
You sang your song

People are coming at you from everywhere
Some are touching and others stare
And it all comes, it all goes with the glory

You're telling me you didn't really know
How things would go for all the applause and
Roses lining your way you gotta pay
People are coming at you from everywhere
Some are touching and others stare
And it all comes, it all goes with the glory

Bitterly you cry about the money machine
The dirty schemes where are your seashells
Those ribbons and bells
That fill your dreams

People are coming at you from everywhere
Some are touching and others stare
And it all comes, it all goes with the glory

Now's not the time for you to cry and moan
You're on your own
So many lonely ones wanna sing along
They need your song

People are coming at you from everywhere
Some are touching and others stare
And it all comes, it all goes with the glory