He flew me to the moon and sprinkled my life with stardust.
He lulled me to a comfort zone when I was feeling most alone.
No lover ever swung to the sound his songs more than me
And he raised my game in pursuit of fame,
Massaged the frown from my brow when I was down
As if he knew what I was going through when, in the wee small hours, I was tempted to have one more for the road.
He taught me to reinvent myself, to do it my way, time after time and saved me from getting eternally caught in the tender trap.
And now, although it’s over; its over, he’s gone, the melody lingers in my heart every time I listen to him sing.