In the approach of midlife I received a letter from an eloquent friend Saying he was touched by my progress A kind of poem to the words that I'd penned My ego under attack I felt myself shrinking back From his embrace into a place that I know Felt relief in resentment couldn't see what it meant The jealous echo of a hurt long ago I'm so vain Thought this song was about me Now it's gone down the drain Turning against me Calling me names And me, well I I'm still screwing around with a portastudio You're in the rain, arguing with your girl Friend it's the same Rules and restraints I strum and I scrawl Watching the paint stay wet on the walls The mercury falls And everything's changed Nothing has changed I'm turning over a new page I'm taking stock of all the gifts I'm sorry if I have hurt you It's been so hard to find the freedom in me I'm dedicating this song to someone I know who's gone Cut all my records with a steadying hand I'm talkin' 'bout Mr Blair up in his room in his chair Working some magic I still can't understand Is that all gone No autumn light through the window No, man the cut's still on Between the tracks, hear the wind blow Two seconds of time And in we fade