The Big Game is Every Night

It'll get so quiet when this record ends You can hear the first hours of the world You can hear the willow branches touch the wave Write our names beside our darlings hearts Write our names beside no one's hearts Rise moon, on the shores of the sea Shine on the distance between me And the last thing I see Let it be me helping Let it be me, honestly Let it be me working On being a better me Rise moon, on the shores of the sea Shine on the distance between me And the last thing I see Now light the field for the big game tonight Mark Twain to Thomas Jefferson: Strike Luke the Drifter to Zimmerman Line drive to keep the team alive Unitas to Berry Unitas to Berry So good it's scary With everything against you, sweetness You get the first down again See it's ones like this you can always trust Not to, not to, not to, not to disappoint us Shine moon with white-lightning light Down on the possums stage tonight Maybe on the man in black You could hold a little something back Let his eyes adjust to the light Shine moon, right above me Show an American, if really I am the snake, they're all saying If they look up here, do they see just my black tail swaying? If I'm all fangs, and all lies, and all poison If I'm really what they're saying I don't want to disappoint them Rise moon, on the shores of the sea Shine on the distance between me And the last thing I see