Silver Shoes

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