One More Shot

(mmm-hmm) Six in the morning,

truck won’t start, Cold air running through my heart.

Got my skates sitting in the back,

Number on my jersey,

dream on my back.

Mom said, “You don’t have to make it,” Dad said,

“Just give it everything.” So I walked into that locker room Trying

not to think about the dream.

There’s twenty kids chasing one spot,

And every one of them wants it bad.

But I didn’t come this far

To wonder what I could’ve had.

So give me one more shot,

One more shift, one more chance.

Let me show them what I’ve got When I lace these skates

and hit the ice.

I might fall, I might miss,

I might get knocked down tonight,

But I’ll get back up again

And keep chasing that dream of mine.

‘Cause I’ve worked too hard to stop,

So give me one more shot.

Coach blew the whistle,

And the whole rink came alive.

I could hear my heartbeat Louder than the crowd outside.

First shift, I got knocked down,

Second shift, I made a play.

By the third, I stopped thinking And just started playing the game.

Maybe I’m not the fastest,

Maybe I’m not the biggest guy,

But I’ll be the one in the corner

Fighting for every puck tonight.

Maybe someday I’ll look back

At these early morning drives,

At the cold rink and the long nights,

And the dream that kept me alive.

Whether my name’s on that roster

Or I’m walking out that door,

I’ll know I left it all on the ice—

And that’s what I was fighting for.

So give me one more shot,

One more shift, one more chance.

I’ll put

everything I’ve got Into these skates and these hands.

I might fall, I might miss,

But I’m not afraid tonight.

‘Cause dreams don’t come from wishing— They come from showing up and

fighting. And if this is my last shot,

I’ll make it count for something.

Yeah, I’ll give it everything I’ve got… For one more shot.

Six in the morning,

truck pulls away, Another rink,

another chance, another day.

Whatever happens when those doors open wide…

At least I can say I tried.