the white album

you know paul mccartney played 'hey jude' at the olympic's opening ceremony
and despite me focusing intently on the great sir's performance,
i couldn't help but think of you.
mostly how completely excited you would be throughout the performance.
commenting on how paul was always the golden boy,
but george was still such an undercover cassanova.
how you would have thrown your head back,
let out your infamous chuckle of utter contentment,
and clasped your hands together when he invited the entire crowd to sing "na na na na na na naaaaa!"
probably saying something about the lasting effect their music has on people.
how he must have had everyone in that vast shakespeare stadium singing,
even that nostalgic wisher sitting on a comfy and worn couch in southern idaho.


you have that power that paul has whenever he sings, you know?