When You Fall - Magna Carta

Chance are for many, fortunes are for few

you might just earn a penny, but you’re lucky if you do

and you watch the backstreet idols, screaming current insurrection

and the money-boxes smile and say «right on»

but the moment he starts slipping, then the exit is so greasy,

he’s half way to forgotten, 'fore he’s gone

and when you fall, they don’t know you at all

and when you fall, they don’t know you at all

you can talk of million sellers, cruising yachts and limousines

and of houses without number, and a world to call your own

but for every new Onasis, with a starlet at his elbow

there’s so many who won’t see the light of day

for it isn’t just the music, it’s the twenty-five percenters

and the business smiles who finally have their say

and when you fall, they don’t know you at all

and when you fall, they don’t know you at all

crawling to newsmen, who hide in the bar while you play

three lines if you’re lucky, we’ve heard it before, anyway

you can thank sweet inspiration, for giving you a helping hand

and the songs you play for jokers, are the only cards to save your hand

for the race is run by many, with their wild dream aspirations

but of true survivors, sadly there are few

and for every ageing rock star, who sold his soul to boredom

there’s so many, given the chance would do it to

and when you fall, they don’t know you at all

and when you fall, they don’t know you at all

and after all