Missing the Gun

One man concert
He weaves a desperate tale
Of sunsets
Kisses at twilight
And missing the starting gun of life
As he's lost
Stuck on love
And other fairytales
Always better in a song
With hopes for a little change
To join his jingle
Every time his right foot stomps.

One man concert
There is something better about his sound
Subtle
Like his rags
The sway of his hair
As he looks down
Searching
For the heart of his song
Because that is what captures
Me
Them
Us
And thus we are bound to contribute
As we stare off
Into sunsets long gone
Reminiscing of twilight kisses
And missing the starting gun
Because at that time
What could've been more important
Than that first love?
©2011clarencecbess