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?