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lyrics: J. Morse © 1982 A young man looks down at the floor Wondering where his life is gonna fall He plays along with the game Never knowing the fame he needs to feel. . . so much He struggles through another night Playing in a dark and sleazy hole Trying to get to the top But fate always seems to stop him. . . but not his soul All he really needs is to feel the spotlight's glow All he wants to see are the faces of those who know his name He just wants to be up on the stage To hear the crowd, and to be all the rage He wants to feel Fame For a Day. . . just one day Going nowhere (down on his knees) Nobody helps him (nobody cares) Where will he go? (how will he fare?) Who will be there? (who will care?) Looking up from the floor, seeing at last The sun can really rise again He knows he can win the game He can gain the fame he needs to feel. . . in the end All he really needs is to feel the spotlight's glow All he wants to see are the faces of those who know his name He just wants to be up on the stage To hear the crowd, and to be all the rage He wants to feel Fame For a Day. . . just one day |