Hope

You need hope 4 walls around you Maslow’s hierachy of needs To look up at She had played two encores Was the show over? Standing with her back toward us, tuning her guitar Black top and jeans, steel on her middle finger The next-door table got quiet When she started to play You couldn’t hear a pin drop But not a beer was sold It was like a pat on your back Like a kiss on the mouth It was like a kick in the ass Toe-curling fireworks The couple who had been arguing Now held hands, under the table The song was high up, and low down The ending was like an ****** You need hope That song brought me hope The next band Hopeless