White Cars

Let's say there is a girl...
More like a woman,
I don't want people to get the wrong idea.

This lady is someone,
Somebody who makes me feel good.
And that is something worth pursuing.

But my dilemma is,
She's the talk of the town
And she's stolen everyone's fancy.

What concludes me to believe
This time will be different
From Allyson, Sheila, Nikki, etc?

What makes me any different?
What makes me any thing, anyway?
Memories and bookends are all I have.

Am I worthy?
Do I compare?
Just another head in a room of faces facing the other way.

So, what gives?
I only ask questions to hear myself speak
Even when I don't want an answer.

Is there anything special about me?
Not a lot,
Less than most I would guess.

Yet there is something so mesmerizing about her;
I cannot bear
To think she would even entertain the notion of me.

I watch as interest is shown.
I see her reject and accept.
I notice how quickly my chances diminish.

There's no need for a contest,
I'll bow out before I start.
You see, I've never been one for competition.

Scores of prospects flail about
I sit on the sidelines and give advice.
Friends don't matter when romance abounds.

Commitments were scarce in my day.
Newspaper ads were more common.
I guess that's how you make your choices.