I want to be the guy
Who arrives at a wedding
In golf shoes with the spikes removed
Because they are the nicest shoes I have
And I don’t give a hoot about convention

I want to be the guy
Who sits in the back of the room
Sizing up the “questionables” up front
And uses their self-serving logic against them
When it’s best for the whole team

I want to be the guy
Who doesn’t need a big stick
Since my words carry weight
In their softness and conviction
That can’t really be denied

I’ve got some work to do.