Gold & Tinsel

Little stars try and take your song
 Wrap it in gold and tinsel
 It's the one you didn't want
 The end wasn't right
 Try to forget it
 For you it was only astray
 It's to die for
 Look how they want more
 Whenever the rhyming comes
 There's a dusty old bandstand
 Full of new guitars
 Waiting to misbehave
 Look at the cast over my shoulder
 They've got nothing to amuse themselves
 Or say
 Yet you bend to their whims
 Like a joke on their stage
 Is this the part when love is ridiculed?
 I've been told you're no stranger
 It's all in the evening news
 You were a silent mover
 Now everyone knows what you do
 It's a masquerade
 You can't work away
 Whenever the rhyming comes
 There's a dusty old bandstand
 Full of new guitars
 Waiting to misbehave
 Waiting to take your place