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 something 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