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