Standard (EADGBE)
I was dreaming on the seventh day across a thousand years of time and space
There are still some things that must be spoken now that all the barriers are broken
A star man came down on my TV in a two-tone suit and silver shoes. Six strings on a
Twelve guitar, all my dreams are made of stars.
And the rock and roll still burns in me.
Its a long way back from no return and on the way back down to the way back up
I met the new wave sons still arising all the rent books have been left unpaid.
You can find me where Ive always been, the faces change but not the dream
Each man kills the things he loves; I tore it down to build it up.
And the rock and roll still burns in me
Rock and roll is still not dead, theres still so much more left to be said
All the lines are in my head Ill leave the shaming to the dead
Ministers and superstars are drinking champagne in their cars, six strings on a twelve
Guitar, all my dreams are made of stars
And the rock and roll still burns in me.