Worth The Wait 

I love jumping into new experiences with new people. But going to a songwriting event a couple of years ago, I caught myself thinking way too much about what shirts to take for all the wrong reasons. 

 

Packing my bag for my high school reunion 

Picnic and softball with the people we all became 

And I’m staring at a drawer full of armor most folks call T-shirts 

Each with a version of the truth I might feel a need to claim 

 

‘Cause it’s been 40 years, and I know they’ll all be wondering 

If I’m that same nerdy guy that never had a date 

The one picked last, no matter what the game was 

So I need a way to show them that I was worth the wait 

 

Porsche Racing School – now that’s what I’m thinking 

‘Cause nothing says success like a big old howling hunk of steel 

But my wife rolls her eyes and says they’ll just think: “compensating” 

Old man, young toys, when you see them, it’s just how you would feel” 

 

Well, how about a band, The Ramones, or AC/DC 

Guess that just says I’m old, and my ears are probably blown 

Or maybe something newer: The Decemberists or Imagine Dragons 

Yeah, right - they’ll know they’re from my grandkids, just on weekend loan 

 

But it’s been 40 years, and I know they’ll all be wondering 

If I’m that same nerdy guy that never had a date 

The one picked last, no matter what the game was 

I still need a way to show them that I was worth the wait 

 

Am I overthinking? Do I really care? 

They’ll all be more focused on what they brought to wear 

 

So maybe it’s better, yeah, I’ll just go incognito 

Leave the stuff at home that has some image to advocate 

Just wear clothes with no brand for their consumption 

Just be me, with no pretensions or presumptions 

Who defies their old assumptions 

 

So it’s been 40 years, and maybe they’ll be wondering 

If I’m that same nerdy guy that never had a date 

The one picked last, no matter what the game was 

But I don’t need to show them that I was worth the wait 

No, I don’t need to prove that I was worth the wait