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

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

But on stage you aren'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 would glisten

But no one listened

And one day you'll be forty

And trust me, babe, it ain't sporty

You'll be pleased to be reviewed

Cause there's always new

Someone young, press-friendly

You'll be searching

Travel hard, 'round the globe

But does anyone know

The moderately talented old woman

Dreams that she once had

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 fog

And in your heart, many scars

Lost friends, ex-lovers

Hidden dads, buried mothers

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

The moderately talented young woman

The exceptionally talented old man

The moderately talented young woman

The exceptionally talented old man