A Fair Lady

A Lady sits to the right of me
One that I can't clearly see
I sit looking forward
Alone, bored

She sits looking down
For her bag is on the ground
I am nervous that she might
Catch me admiring her sight

Music plays in my ears
Something no one hears
Lovely music
Something I can't ever quit

Get Back, Oh! Darling
The Beatles, Greatest thing
Sounds that pick me up
From this slump

Still she sits there
Looking fair
With hair dark and straight
The view is great

But now I must leave
Because I have somewhere to be
Maybe I'll see her again
And have the courage to talk to her then