Here I stand in a long line,
wondering what a "Nickelback" is.
Perhaps their CD costs 95 cents?
Surrounded by people
dressed largely in black.
Everyone has a piercing or a tattoo somewhere.
To say I feel out of place in this line
would be a vast understatement.
Country to my core,
my concerts usually involve cowboy hats.
Yet, here I wait in line to see this rock show.
The girl standing beside me loves this band.
Can you see her?
The tiny girl in black with all the bracelets?
With the sparkly emerald eyes?
She is at least a foot shorter than I,
perhaps that's why you didn't see her at first.
She's an introspective, abstract-thinking poet,
with dark thoughts and interesting ideas.
I like to work on old cars.
Despite our differences though,
we get along famously.
This line hasn't moved for an hour
but I'm right where I wanna be.
If the concert tickets are all Sold Out,
I'll still be happy.
the reason I'm here
is right beside me.