Silver Shoes - Wishbone Ash

Silver lady, lost in a haze

Rregretting what you are

The memory of your claim to fame

Is left to bitter stars

It hurts when people let you know

You’re not a movie star

It’s harder now than yesterday

As the lines begin to show

Waiting, crazy hotel lady

To try and get some wine

Waiting for the elevator

To take you to your blind

Silver shoes and see-through blues

Hit me right between the eyes

Cocktail bars, straight-edge cars

Are your dreams come true

Tomorrow shouldn’t know it

But now it’s showin' through and through

It hurts when people let you know

That you’re not a movie star