Backroad Glory

Underneath the Friday stadium glare

Everybody knew the number that he

used to wear

Now he's tuning up engines at the Texaco station Just another face

in a quiet, tired nation

He still keeps his varsity jacket

in the back of his truck

Talks about the championship and a run of bad luck

But the highlight reel is fading

on the living room screen

Living out a life that he never could've foreseen

And he is the king of a one-street town

Where the crown is heavy

and the walls crowd down (yeah) He kept the glory,

but he missed the flight

Just a hero walking

in the autumn night

Sometimes he sits on the bleachers

when the school is locked tight

And he swears he can hear the crowd roar in the night

But the wind just sweeps the dust

off the fifty-yard line

And he takes another sip

of his cheap cherry wine

And he is the king of a one-street town

Where the crown is heavy

and the walls crowd down (oh-oh) He kept the glory,

but he missed the flight

Just a hero walking

in the autumn night

He’s still the king

(mmm) Just a hero

in the autumn night