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