(Chris Thile)

Five years ago, you pressed your hand,
Into a brand new sidewalk
It's well-worn now, and though some chime,
Yours is the only print there
You might not have meant to, but
It's done you again, take it out
You're shy about what fortune lent you
Is that what this is about?

Smile while you can, 'cause when they find,
You're not a muse, not really
They'll rob you blind, of what they gave
Yes, you gave them that power
You might not have meant to, but,
It's time you can't take it back
Cry about where fame sent you, oh,
Without a plan of attack

Five years ago, I warned you, dear,
As a concerned admirer
You never knew, you never heard
The veil was still in place
Think how you hate to listen
That would not be you
Lifting the veil to kiss you,
Next to a friend who sang war