When I look over at the band though,
they don't look so old-timey.
They look young,
just a little bit older than me;
one guy with a beard,
one guy with a stand-up bass,
one guy with long hair playing his guitar facing up,
metal twang tube,
and I'm still sitting across a table from the girl I've always wished for.
It's Wednesday,
it's happy hour
and I'm (not) drinking a Black Wednesday
It's a Je Suis Charlie,
a French margarita by the taste of it.
