Even if i play so far over my head that my nose bleeds for a week to ten days
Even if God in Heaven above comes down and points his hand at my side of the field
Even if every man, woman, and child held hands together and prayed for me to win
It just wouldn't matter!
What if I'm rapidly spiralin' and tired and jaded?
Or what if I'm faded? Or what if anxiety's growin' inside me
That I might have left all my best years behind me?
Or what if I'm scared as I touch 27 that you don't appear in my idea of Heaven?
Or what if I'm, what if I'm selfish