Music Monday: Next In Line by Walk the Moon
A poetic interpretation of a song by WALK THE MOON.
Red light; stop.
Green light; go.
They hit a lot of red lights before there was a green.
She was scared, but he still cared.
Red light: stop.
Green light: go.
With every slow-coming green light,
he was ready to explode.
Little by little she let him in.
“I want to wait for someone special.”
He waited.
Red light: stop.
Green light: go.
She looks out the passenger side window,
then at him with a smile.
She takes his hand as it rests on the stick shift,
diamond ring sparkling in the stereo light.
“I’m ready to go.”
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