He sits at his desk in the heat of the day
his hands on the keys, his mind far away
he looks out the window at the world passing by
and wonders how it ever came to this

he remembers a young man just out of school
in love with his music, didn't he know it all
those days in the band where the best of his life
why did they ever have to change

CHORUS
I could have been a star I could have been the best
I could have held the hearts of the world to my chest
I could have been that person up there on that screen
but now I sit in my office, so sterile and clean
passing each day just saying
I could have been

he's still got the cutting from the local gazette
that said that his playing was up with the best
and he's still got the scarf from that young girl in Bath
and at times he can still hear her laugh

he looks at his watch now it's time to go home
there's a big new car waiting that one day he may own
his wife will complain that he's home late again
just like he ever had a choice

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Words and Music by Nemo James