I play the old friend
Whose always been there
Hiding so many secrets
There hidden well
Finding some new chords
To see what’s in them
Sometimes I win when looking
Sometimes I fail

So I walk into that room
Now it seems so bare there
At times it seems so cold there
Perhaps it’s just the memories left behind
The tools of my trade
At times I never want them
I have to be a writer
It’s always been a thing I can’t control
It’s all I know
Part of me
Inside of me

It’s been a long road
That I have walked on
It seems to last a lifetime
Too long to face
I need a strong hand
That I can hold on
To walk away from trouble
To find a way

And it’s always on my mind
Wish I could erase it
Wish I could destroy it
Seem to be the one that’s left behind
The times I have tried
It’s always been a problem
Because I am a writer
It’s always been a thing I can’t control
It’s all I know
Part of me
Inside of me

The band is excited
The lawyers provided
The fans are united
They’re begging for more
But they haven’t got a clue
It’s gravy train too
That’s derailing
It’s failing you

And the promises made
Of the money tree
Have now strangely gone away
It was never meant to be
But the slap in the face
Is your saving grace
Cause you’ve made it
You really made it

The band is excited
The lawyers provided
The fans are united
They’re begging for more
But they haven’t got a clue
It’s gravy train too
That’s derailing
It’s failing you

Fame, the price of fame
Fame, the prize is fame

Words and music by Stu Mac