A simple song, small creations You're 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 Tempa and I missed her But on stage 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 glistened 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 Because there's always something new Someone hot, press-friendly You'll be searching Are there any? You traveled hard 'round the globe But does anyone know? The moderately talented old woman And the dreams that she once had You're a bright, burning star The way you sing and play guitar The way your words cut through They put a spell on the room But your eyes are far And in your heart, many scars Lost friends, ex-lovers Ailing dads, and dead mothers I could only love you like a friend, lost soldier Cause I got someone else, and you're older I didn't mean to come along, but God I love your songs What a night, what a memory, but don't read it wrong The moderately talented young woman Versus the exceptionally talented old man The moderately talented young woman Versus the exceptionally talented old man