Thank You

I started this months ago as a possible song, which didn’t work out. So ….

You don’t know me and I don’t know you
Although I feel like, sometimes, I do – and you do, too.
I want to say I love you, but of course, that wouldn’t be true,
And one thing I think I know about you is that it has to be true.
So I can’t say I love you, but I sure like what you do.

All I know about you is what I’ve seen on stage
and the words and music on your CDs that I play.
Or an article here and there, or the kind of gossip you hear
about people like you.
I can’t say I know you, but I know what I like.
And I sure like what you do.

I’m so glad you seem to have a good man in your life,
according to the liner notes on your West album…….
I hope you are taking care and not living too hard.
Of course, we all assume that hard living is – or was, I hope – your muse.
I sure like what you do, but I think you have done enough.
Now I mainly want you to be happy and healthy, for my own peace of mind.
I have a strange kind of feeling that I – we — have been using you badly.

It’s okay to keep some of that hard truth to yourself … leave some of that magic in the lamp… and the bottle. You don’t have to tell it all. You have earned the right to just make up the lyrics and melodies, like everybody else does. They don’t have to be ripped from your body or soul. It’s too high a price to pay. We know how the story—yours and ours — comes out anyway.

The truth is we don’t really care, not all that much, anyway. At the end of the day, we just like how it makes us feel. We really like what you do. But, really, you’ve done enough.

Thank you, very much.
A Fan in Fayetteville