Billy can’t sing no more
He’s got nothing left to say
He broke the strings on his guitar
Before he threw it away
He’s tired of living in stardust
And wants to find his identity
With some one he can trust
And feel free in reality
But he hasn’t got another face
And there is no other place
Left to go
Billy can’t dance no more
He’s flat foot from rock’n’roll
There’s a pain in his heart
And a hole in his soul
He’s forgotten where he’s going
Can’t remember where he’s been
The winds of change are blowing
But there’s a space in between
But he hasn’t got another way
With no passion left to play
The next show
Billy can’t smile no more
His eyes wear a frozen stare
Hit a hundred miles an hour
On the road out to nowhere
He made the morning headlines
The television had a call
For no news is good news
And good news is no news at all
But he hasn’t got another song
Left over to sing along
On the radio
He lived his life by another name
But he died to pay the price of fame.
Lyndon Queripel
