Conversations

Hey there, Mr. Dylan, can I buy you a drink?
Let's talk about this world and its people on the brink
Let's talk about the rambler who ended up a star
Who burned down folk song standards with electrified guitars

Hey there, Mr. Springsteen, can I buy you a brew?
Let's talk about New Jersey and Americana, too
About blue collar honesty so eloquently wrapped
In poetry about the struggles of the working class

And when our conversation ends and you walk out that door
I hope I'll be a little wiser than before
And if I quote you wrong in my next song
Don't be stumped
Because I have to admit there's a lot I forget when I'm drunk

Hey there, Sir McCartney, can I buy you a beer
Tell me what it's like to be in everybody's ear
Let's talk Hamburg and Blackbird and song-writing greats
Let's talk about the most successful four-man-band to date

Hey there, Mr. Turner, the next round is on me
Let's talk history and pirate ships and the open endless sea
Let's talk about the forks that you encounter on the road
One way leading to your origins, the other leading home

And when our conversation ends and you walk out that door
I hope I'll be a little wiser than before
And if I quote you wrong in my next song
Don't be stumped
Because I have to admit there's a lot I forget when I'm drunk
Oh yes, I have to admit there's a lot I forget when I'm drunk