Another gift to a younger self, this song at its heart is for the 'twelve-year old Paul,' playing air guitar in his room to ELO records to imaginary crowds of girls he's too shy to talk to. Not a song about Jeff Lynne so much as it's a song about people who listen to far too much pop music and what it can do to their psyche.

This song works because a valiant Rob soldiered through vague suggestions from me and a forced listen to the ELO box set. And he nailed it. Absolutely nailed it.

Paul - vocals, guitar, mellotron
Rob Gal - guitar, bass
John Cerreta - synthesizer
Linda Bolley - drums
Geoff Melkonian - strings



She says it's alright
She always knew that I'd prefer to be alone
than try to prove her wrong
Well, maybe I just might
or maybe to me it's clear you're determined to go
no matter what I might show
So I won't pretend I'm even surprised
that the look of you leaving is there in your eyes
I'd have to say I could see it all along

Though I know more will just follow
I'll take my chances tomorrow and I
will keep it all inside
You'll never know that I
feel just like Jeff Lynne

She's on the next flight
She calls to say she doesn't need to run away
I could show her anything to stay
But though there's a chance at the airport gate
well, I can just see it's already too late
I'd have to say I could see it all along

They say I do myself in
things will pick up if I just try
Can't they see that I
that I have tried
to be just like Jeff Lynne

Another rainy night alone
A silent tear cried on the phone
And isn't that just why
I even try?

The feeling I get when you love me
doesn't compare to you leaving me
I will keep it all inside
you'll never know that I
that I have tried
to be just like Jeff Lynne
just like Jeff Lynne
just like Jeff Lynne

(P. Melancon) ©2002 UbikMusik, BMI