Sitting in a front row seat,
Probably the best table in the house,
Trying to smile and sing along
To the band who stand so close,
And safely surrounded by friends,
Black velvet refreshment in a cool glass
Stains the wood by my right hand,
I watch the foam on the water pass
As it drifts over the falls and beyond,
But still not quite contented as
I ponder the poetry of the music,
Wonder at the wisdom of the lyrics,
Long to stand at the centre of the song.
I day-dream of leading the chorus,
Stepping from the safety of my seat
And taking to front of the stage...
For that is where I want to be.