Fatigue of Triumph

They hung the banner crooked

Over Main Street in the rain

We sold the porch light for a bigger sign

Told every kid the future would be fine

Now the diner coffee tastes like nickels and smoke

And the foreman laughs at his own old joke

Everybody keeps a ribbon in a drawer

For a victory that never knocks anymore

We kept score

till the numbers blurred

We learned the chant,

then lost the words If every finish line moves again

Tell me what we won,

my friend

Are we tired of winning yet

Count the medals, count the debt

Raise a glass to the bargain we made

Call it a crown if it fits like a weight

Are we tired of winning yet

Are we tired of winning yet

The preacher blessed the factory gate

The banker wore a flag on his plate

Momma said pride is a house with a leak

You patch it up or you learn how to sleep

I saw a captain counting every chair At a parade with nobody

there We raised our hands for another round

But nobody heard

that honest sound

If the trophy shelf bends and breaks Who carries home what winning

takes Are we tired of winning yet

Count the medals, count the debt

Raise a glass to the bargain we made Call it a crown

if it fits like a weight

Are we tired

of winning yet

Tell the truth if we can say it yet

Maybe mercy is the bravest flag

Maybe rest is not defeat

Maybe home is not a scoreboard

Maybe enough

can set us free

Are we tired of winning yet

Count the medals, count the debt

Raise a glass to the bargain we made Call it a crown

if it fits like a weight

Are we tired of winning yet

Lay it down if we are ready yet

Are we tired now Maybe enough is enough