We will be back next week

Hey, this is what the game means to me

Verse 1

Cold Tuesday night under flooded lights

An old man cries as his knees give out in '92

While a kid on the asphalt, 14 years old

Learns how to bend it around a broken bicycle wheel

Verse 2

It's muddy knees and bruised shins

It's the ugly silence when the crossbar rings

And nobody wins

Pre-Chorus

It gives you everything

Then takes it back in stoppage time

Chorus

It's ruthless, it's beautiful, it's cruel and divine

It breaks your heart just to touch your mind

We build legends out of clay, watch GOATs walk away

And leave a million hearts aching on the pitch today

Yeah, it's 22 kids chasing leather and seams

But it's the only thing that holds our dreams

Verse 3

Look at the manager biting his nails down to the red

30,000 people screaming what he should've said

One teenager steps up to the white chalk spot

18 years of life riding on a single shot

Verse 4

He slips on the grass

The goalkeeper dives the wrong way

And a whole city forgets to breathe

Pre-Chorus

It gives you everything

Then takes it back in stoppage time

Chorus

It's ruthless, it's beautiful, it's cruel and divine

It breaks your heart just to touch your mind

We build legends out of clay, watch GOATs walk away

And leave a million hearts aching on the pitch today

Yeah, it's 22 kids chasing leather and seams

But it's the only thing that holds our dreams

Bridge

I've seen grown men weep in a crowded pub

Over a shirt their granddaddy wore with love

It's not just a game, don't tell me that lie

It's where complete strangers embrace and cry

When the ball hits the back of the net

Chorus

It's ruthless, it's beautiful, it's cruel and divine

It breaks your heart, but we come back every time

We build legends out of clay, watch GOATs walk away

But the love of the game is never taken away

Yeah, it's 22 kids chasing impossible dreams

United by the badge and the colours of their teams

Through the glory, the heartbreak, the tears and the cheers

We carry this game through the passing of years

Outro

Whistle blows

Lights turn off

Rain falls on the empty grass

We'll be back next week

We'll be back next week

We'll be, we'll be back next week