Open Letter from Upshaw to Tagliabue
Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damned depressed
That I set my sights on Thursday and I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times
When an agent sure can be a friend of mine
Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Mister Paul Tagliabue
And I just can't live without you, can't you see that it is true?
I've been one poor correspondent, and I've been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it
