G#         C#              G#
Baby, this letter might be hard to read
         Bb7                             D#
But I’ve got a strong need to get it all down
     G#           C#                       G#
It’s noon and I’m lyin’ on the bunk in the back of the bus
      Bb7                                   D#
I got thinkin’ about us while I’m bouncing around

    C#               Cm                    Fm  
The rising star just ridin’ along with the rest of the guys
            Bb7                            D# 
Smoking and gettin’ high like he does each trip
      C#                Cm               Fm
‘Bout two o’clock he’ll say I think I’ll sip some crow
       Bb7                                               D#
By the time of the show the rising star will be ripped

G#                C#                G#
Later on when the job is done we’re back on the bus
       Bb7                                  D#
He’ll turn to the guys and smile in a funny way
        C#                            G# 
And say tell me once again how good I played

         C#                  G#                     C#       G#
And they call him the rising star and they say he’s gonna go far
         F#                              D#7
But each night he gets far (?) he ever believed
G#                  C#                    G#
Something inside me grieves cause sure as hell one day
     C#                             G#
They say the rising star will fade away