Teksty: Peter Cincotti. East Of Angel Town. Another Falling Star.

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

It could?ve been a girl or just one good hand of poker
That could?ve turned the whole damn thing around
But that July something was lost
And never did get found

He was a 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 in knew what kind of scar
Can turn a sun into just another falling star

Now I get this deja 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 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
Oh, just another falling star

Can 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