Buffalo Tears
January snow piled against the fence
Isaac pulls the knit cap down again Another fourth quarter fading fast
away Another freezing Sunday gone in grey He stares right at the
television screen
All his buddies laugh
and tap his arm Saying man give up,
it only brings you harm (they just don't know)
Why he keeps holding on
They're never gonna hold that trophy high
Every single winter
Isaac cries
Royal blue and red washed out in the rain A loyal heart
stitched tight around the pain
Yeah they make their jokes but he's staying true (oh Isaac,
nobody hurts like you)
Folding up his weathered lucky shirt
Wondering why something silly has to hurt They say next season's gonna
be our turn
Just another lesson left to burn Out on the porch watching breath
in the cold
Wide right, four falls in a row
Ghostly stories whispered in the snow It's a heavy kind of faith
to carry on
When the daylight's completely gone
(still right here)
They're never gonna hold that trophy high
Every single winter
Isaac cries
Royal blue and red washed out in the rain A loyal heart
stitched tight around the pain
Yeah laugh it up,
let the cheap talk ride (he wears that buffalo
pride)
Next year, man
Next year
(next year)