Another Falling Star - Peter Cincotti

It was high July

Another Summer on the boardwalk

His skin was brown as a rosary bead

The year before

He was everybody’s hero

But he was losing ground and gaining speed

He could’ve been a girl

But just one good hand of poker

That could’ve turned the whole damn thing around

But that July

Something was lost

That never did get found

He was the sun that was waiting to rise

He had the look of a king in his eyes

And everything

Everything was possible

And now he just laughs and says what the hell

And clings to the secret that He’ll never tell

But I wish I knew

What kind of scar

Can turn a sun into

Just another falling star

Now I get this déjà-vu

And I don’t really like it

With this friend of mine that can’t get it in his brain

He’s a diamond lost

Inside the stone

He’s a player born to win the game

But he’s gonna blow it all

The brass rings in his finger

And I gotta watch as he throws it away

He’s like a song

That’s rare and right

That no one’s gonna play

He is a sun that is waiting to rise

He’s got the look of a king in his eyes

And everything

Everything is possible

And now he just laughs and say’s what the hell

And clings to the secret that he’ll never tell

But I wish I knew

What kind of scar

Can turn a sun into

Just another falling star

Oh, just another falling star

And someone explain it

Cause I don’t know why

Some people live like they’re waiting to die

And I wish I knew

What kind of scar

Can turn a sun into

Just another falling star

Oh, just another falling star