All Alone in the Endzone Songtext

von Robbin Thompson

You were the Homecoming Queen
You went with the whole damned football team.
You never knew I was around.
Cause you were busy'
Shooting for the stars
You know them sons of doctors, have the hottest cars,
But the stars fell from the skies,
When we got our diplomas and said goodbye.
And now, you wating tables at The Endzone Bar.
And the quarterback's selling cars in the lot across the street.
White shoes on his feet.
So, it's lean to your left and lean to your right,
Who you gonna pick up tonight your letter sweater's getting tight, bet you had to fight to get it on.
You're all slone in the Endzone'wating for a pass, that won't get thrown.
All your friends have gone away,
Caught thier passes and made their plays
Guess, you're holding out for the long bomb.
You had the power to pick and choose, but sometimes you win, sometimes you lose,
There ain't much you can say, you're just wasting the time away
Hoping tomorrow turns into yesterday.
So.
It's lean to your left, lean to your right, who you gonna p