The Moderately Talented Yet Attractive Young Woman vs. the Exceptionally Talented Yet Not So Attractive Middle Aged Man

[Verse 1]

Your simple songs, small creations

Always needing validation

Your pouty face, your great photos

Without them, baby, who would notice?

We met once, we were alone

Backstage in Dallas, got your phone number

What a good kisser

I left for Tempe and I missed her

[Verse 2]

But onstage you weren't strong

I don't recall any songs

But when you sang, you hit the notes

I'll give you that, you didn't choke

And you looked so good

Like an actress from Hollywood

And your eyes, they'd glisten

But no one listened

[Verse 3]

And one day you'll be forty

Trust me, babe, it ain't sporty

You'll be pleased to be reviewed

'Cause there's always something new

Someone young, press-friendly

You'll be searching in the alley

Travel hard, 'round the globe

But does anyone know?

[Bridge]

The moderately talented old woman

Dreams that she once had

[Verse 4]

You're a dream, a burning star

The way you sing and play guitar

The way your words cut through

You cast a spell on the room

But your eyes are far

And in your heart, many scars

Lost friends, ex-lovers

Ailing dads, buried mothers

[Verse 5]

I could only love you

Like a friend, dark soldier

'Cause I got someone else

And you're older

I didn't mean to go along

But God, I love your songs

What a night, what a moment

But don't read it wrong

[Outro]

The moderately talented young woman

The exceptionally talented old man

The moderately talented young woman

The exceptionally talented old man