Paul McCartney I met Paul McCartney last night In a dream, in a dream We talked of fame and of fright What did it mean, what did it mean? He asked if I would stay for dinner And did I think I'd ever make the team? I'd not been writing that much Did you know, did you know? I'd lost the thrill and the rush Even so, even so Through all the lauded lists of winners And talented beginners I have not given up No, I'm not giving up I still sing for Love I've seen so much of this world On my own, on my own Felt my spirit unfurl As I've grown, as I've grown Through all the crowded club conditions And painful premonitions I have not given up No, I'm not giving up And when I write a song Still want the world to sing along Like it's the hit I know it is And as I've lived some history I've leaned into the mystery of this And what it gives to how I live And I still sing for Love I met Paul McCartney last night In a dream, in a dream We talked of fame and of fright What did it mean, what did it mean?