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Here's a quiet little song about a man who did a good thing |
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Tired of the status quo although it brought the world to him |
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He had a loss and we can only guess at the effect of that |
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So I guess it's finally time for us to leave him alone |
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He walks away from something that the world has somehow glorified |
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It takes it's hold so early on that few can fight the pull |
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It's the lure of big time money and of hope and fame and glory |
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That it has it's price and probably always will |
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The greatest thing that you can do |
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Is walk away when you are through |
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No matter what they want from you, no matter what they say |
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You're the only one who'll ever know |
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Just when it's right to let it go |
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But I'm still glad I got to see you play |
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I won't mourn, you left the game, I'd want the right to do the same |
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And not because the younger guns are taking their best shots |
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You took them all and more than once, and somehow did this graciously |
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In spite of all the scrutiny, the Nureyev of roundball |
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I hope you have a good life, you deserve to have it back by now |
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To wrestle with your children, to watch a sunset now and then |
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Remembering there are much bigger things |
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Than bouncing balls and winning rings |
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Like love, and health, and family and friends |
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The greatest thing that you have done |
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Is walked away at number one |
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No matter what we want from you, no matter what we say |
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You're the only one who'll ever know |
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Just when it's right to let it go |
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But I'm still glad I got to see you play |
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I hope we have the chance again someday |
