The story behind this song
An hour after everyone else had gone home, the stopwatch still in their fist, the whistle still around their neck. They'd say "again" like it was praise. Everyone else saw a long shot with shaky knees; they talked about the future like it was already signed.
The ride home when the bus had left, tape on the ankle, the bar held exactly one inch high. "Tired is a feeling — showing up's a choice." Years later it all turned out the way they swore it would. For the coach, the mentor, the one who held the picture steady until you could carry it yourself.
Lyrics
You saw it first
Long before the scoreboard did
Long before the scoreboard did
You stayed an hour after everybody's gone
Stopwatch in your fist, whistle hanging on
You'd say "again" like it was praise
I heard a door open every time you said my name
Stopwatch in your fist, whistle hanging on
You'd say "again" like it was praise
I heard a door open every time you said my name
I was a long shot with shaky knees
You talked about my future like a guarantee
You talked about my future like a guarantee
You believed before I did
Held the picture steady when my hands were kids'
Every rep, every "one more try"
You were lending me your eyes
Now I see what you saw — and Coach, that's why
I'm standing here: you believed before I did
Held the picture steady when my hands were kids'
Every rep, every "one more try"
You were lending me your eyes
Now I see what you saw — and Coach, that's why
I'm standing here: you believed before I did
You drove me home when the bus had gone
Tape on my ankle and your old headlights on
You never sugar-coated, never let me slide
You just kept the bar exactly one inch high
Tape on my ankle and your old headlights on
You never sugar-coated, never let me slide
You just kept the bar exactly one inch high
When I wanted to quit, you didn't raise your voice
You said, "Tired is a feeling — showing up's a choice"
You said, "Tired is a feeling — showing up's a choice"
You believed before I did
Held the picture steady when my hands were kids'
Every rep, every "one more try"
You were lending me your eyes
Now I see what you saw — and Coach, that's why
I'm standing here: you believed before I did
Held the picture steady when my hands were kids'
Every rep, every "one more try"
You were lending me your eyes
Now I see what you saw — and Coach, that's why
I'm standing here: you believed before I did
Now there's a kid who looks at me
The way I used to look at you
I hand him the stopwatch — and the faith comes through
The way I used to look at you
I hand him the stopwatch — and the faith comes through
You believed before I did
Held the picture steady when my hands were kids'
Every rep, every "one more try"
You were lending me your eyes
Now I see what you saw — and Coach, that's why
I'm standing here: you believed before I did
Held the picture steady when my hands were kids'
Every rep, every "one more try"
You were lending me your eyes
Now I see what you saw — and Coach, that's why
I'm standing here: you believed before I did
You saw it first
This song's the proof you were right
This song's the proof you were right
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