Season Lost

{plaintive acoustic guitar arpeggios} {soft swelling

pump-organ

pad} Under the stadium glow,

number seven on his back

Running hard off the line,

stepping through the crack

Dust on his boots,

local league dreams so bright (so bright) He was flying in the

Friday night light

Then the tackle came heavy,

a sudden sharp sound

(oh no)

And everything stopped when he hit the cold ground {music swells slightly,

acoustic tension} Now the boots are in the closet,

the jersey's on the wall

He's watching from the sidelines,

unable to stand tall

White lines are fading,

the season's out of reach

(out of reach) Just a broken bone and a lesson

he didn't want to

teach

{soaring sad violin countermelody}

His mates are out there training,

laughing in the mud

He's staring at his cast,

feeling the bitter thud

Of a winter cut short,

before it could begin (yeah)

Wondering if he'll ever run like that again

Now the boots are in the closet,

the jersey's on the wall

He's watching from the sidelines,

unable to stand tall

White lines are fading,

the season's out of reach (out of reach) Just a broken bone

and a lesson he didn't want to

teach

{violin and pedal steel duet} Just a sideline view...

(ahhhh) Waiting for next

year {acoustic

guitar fades out slowly over a single sustained organ note}