The Rock And Roll

I was dreaming on the seventh day
Across a thousand years of time and space
There’s 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
The rock and roll still burns in me
It’s 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 I`ve always been
The faces change but not the dream
Each man kills the thing he loves
I tore it down ti build it up
The rock and roll still burns in me
Rock and roll is still not dead
There’s still so much more left to be said
All the lines are in my head
I’ll 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
The rock and roll still burns in me