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
