A STAR IS BORED
A star is bored
prowling empty hotel hallways
He’s never alone
so how come he’s always lonely
Nothing brings him down
it’s all just the same
(he’s singin’) “If you think you’re bored,
then you should see me!”
Down in the bar
leaning into a smokey corner
trying not to catch her eye
(she says) “Hey, cowboy, why you dressed like that?”
And it always seems to
go down about the same
kills a couple of hours
but it don’t kill the pain
Tell him a story
– make it long, make it lonely
star-struck summer nights
moon on’a river run through everything
Nothing makes much sense
but he guesses that’s just life
Ya play a few songs (tunes)
and then they turn out the lights
nothing makes much sense
but he guesses that’s just life
you have a couple of laughs
and then you call it a night
©1990, TK Major
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Notes/Memo
A STAR IS BORED
A star is bored
prowling empty hotel hallways
He’s never alone
so how come he’s always lonely (lonely always)
Nothing gets him down
it’s all just the same
saying “If you think you’re bored,
then you should see me!”
Down in the bar
leaning into a smokey corner
he’s trying not to catch her eye (she says)
“Say, cowboy, why you dressed like that?”
And it always seems to
go down about the same
It kills a couple of hours
but it don’t ever kill the pain
Tell him a story
– make it long, make it lonely
Lots of starstruck summer nights
and the moon on the river
runs through everything
Nothing makes much sense
but he guesses that’s just life
Ya play a few songs (tunes)
and then they turn out the lights
nothing makes much sense
but he guesses that’s just life
you have a couple of laughs
and then you call it a night
©1990, TK Major
——————————————————-
Notes/Memo
old ver
A STAR IS BORED
A star is bored
prowling empty hotel hallways
He’s never alone
so how come he’s always lonely (lonely always)
Nothing gets him down
it’s all just the same
saying “If you think you’re bored,
then you should see me!”
Down in the bar
leaning into a smokey corner
he’s trying not to catch her eye (she says)
“Say, cowboy, why you dressed like that?”
And it always seems to
go down about the same
It kills a couple of hours
but it don’t ever kill the pain
Tell him a story
– make it long, make it lonely
Lots of starstruck summer nights
and the moon on the river
runs through everything
Nothing makes much sense
but he guesses that’s just life
Ya play a few songs (tunes)
and then they turn out the lights
nothing makes much sense
but he guesses that’s just life
you have a couple of laughs
and then you call it a night
©1990, TK Major
