THE STAR

Marie Bottrell - 1980


In a brokendown bar
Where she's billed as the star
She sits and she waits to go on
And she looks in the mirror
At the lines on her face
And wonders where the time has all gone

And her mind floats away, back to the day
When she dreamed of the big silver screen
But there were too many bad breaks
And too many heartaches
With too many years in between

Now she's billed as the star
In this brokendown bar
And sometimes it hurts her so
But when they all stand
And give her a hand
It's just like it was long ago

And her mind floats away, back to the day
When she dreamed of the big silver screen
But there were too many bad breaks
And too many heartaches
With too many years in between

But there were too many bad breaks
And too many heartaches
With too many years in between