 They all reach to touch him
As he walks out on the stage
They came to see the legend
And to hear the legend sing
While the men sit there applauding
Ladies love him with their eyes
And he looks just like a legend should
Up there in all those lights
But they don't know, after the show
How fast the legend fades
How he reaches for the bottle
When guitars are put away
And the photograph of the love he had
Fills his trembling hand
There's a lonely world of difference
Between the legend and the man
He's won all the shiny statues
All the records pressed in gold
But he lost what really matters
What he really wanted most
And tonight in some big city
Lord, he'll drive the crowd insane
They'll feel the pleasure of his songs
But they won't feel his pain
'Cause they don't know after the show
How fast the legend fades
How he reaches for the bottle
When guitars are put away
And the photograph of the love he had
Fills his trembling hand
There's a lonely world of difference
Between the legend and the man
There's a lonely world of difference
Between the legend and the man
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