Woorden: Staring Back. Many Will Play. Got No Game.

You know you want to call me out
And I think you?re crazy for being that way
I?ve got dreams but got no winnings
I?m always on the losing team
It?s the same and I thought I had game
I let one go by looking
I couldn?t help but choke at the plate
So what?s the count anyway?

I saw you on the sidelines
Cheering for the other team on that day
I wish you remembered the score
Or told me if I was home or away
And you thought that you had game

I threw one in the gutter
I thought about you in the last frame
And next time I?ll do the same
I let one go by looking
I couldn?t help but choke at the plate
So what?s the count anyway?

You know you want to call me out
And I think you?re crazy for being that way
and I thought I had game
I let one go by looking
I couldn?t help but choke at the plate
So what?s the count anyway?

I threw one in the gutter
I thought about you in the last frame
And next time I?ll do the same