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 have been a girl or just one good hand of poker that could have turned the whole damn thing around but that july something was lost that never did get found he was a sun that was waiting to rise he had the look of a king in his eyes everything was possible 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 now I get this dejavu 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 ring's 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 got the look of a king in his eyes everything was possible 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 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 just another falling star