You heard your music wasn't as good.
You heard your voice wasn't
What it used to be.

You heard your lyrics weren't as raw.
Being healthy was no help.
No help at all.

The Millions faded, and you went from a day,
a way, a life, a future, a time, a moment,
ongoing, growing, building, moving.

And now you're faded.
You're that shirt I've worn for far too many days.
You were told, told.

Oh, but I know,
I'm nothing special myself,
I won't pay your bills.
I won't pay mine.

But at the right moment,
Oh at the right time
Your music,
Was my Possibility Day.
And I told you.
Your music. It's fine.