[male vocals] Yeah,
look
Another
night,
another
arena,
another
city
Empty
seat
next
to
me,
just
like
the
space
in
my
chest 118
on
the
clock,
heart
beating
slow
Check
it
I’
m
looking
at
the
jersey
hanging
in
the
locker
room
Thinking
'bout
the
way
you
used
to
chase
away
the
gloom
Now
I’
m
stepping
on
the
hardwood,
lights
blinding
bright
But
I’
m
seeing
your
shadow
in
the
corner
every
night
They
scream
my
name,
the
crowd
is
going
wild
for
the
win
But
I’
m
counting
down
the
seconds
'til
the
loneliness
kicks
in
I
got
the
ring,
I
got
the
fame,
I
got
the
city
on
my
back
But
I
lost
the
only
piece
that
kept
my
world
on
the
track
And
it’
s
cold
on
these
court
floors,
walking
all
alone
Staring
at
the
screen,
yeah,
waiting
on
the
phone
Used
to
be
my
rock,
now
you’
re
just
a
memory
Hard
to
play
the
game
when
you
ain’
t
standing
next
to
me
Yeah,
it’
s
cold,
ice
in
my
veins,
ice
on
my
wrist
Missing
every
shot,
knowing
you’
re
the
one
I
missed
We
were
supposed
to
take
it
to
the
top,
me
and
you
Now
I’
m
looking
at
the
ceiling,
wondering
what
I’
m
supposed
to
do
Every
buzzer
sounds
like
a
heart
break,
echoing
loud
Lost
in
the
noise,
man,
I’
m
drowning
in
the
crowd
I
see
the
highlight
reels,
they
put
my
name
in
the
stars
But
I’
m
driving
down
the
highway,
counting
all
these
lonely
scars
You
changed
your
number,
you
changed
your
life,
you
moved
on
And
I’
m
just
a
ghost
in
the
arena,
where
the
glory’
s
gone
And
it’
s
cold
on
these
court
floors,
walking
all
alone
Staring
at
the
screen,
yeah,
waiting
on
the
phone
Used
to
be
my
rock,
now
you’
re
just
a
memory
Hard
to
play
the
game
when
you
ain’
t
standing
next
to
me
Yeah,
it’
s
cold,
ice
in
my
veins,
ice
on
my
wrist
Missing
every
shot,
knowing
you’
re
the
one
I
missed
Put
the
ball
down,
let
the
clock
run
out
Everything
I
built,
what
was
it
all
about?
If
I
can't
share
the
victory,
if
I
can't
share
the
light
Then
I’
m
just
playing
shadows
in
the
dead
of
the
night
Yeah,
no
defense
for
the
pain
that
I’
m
feeling
inside
Nowhere
to
run,
and
there’
s
nowhere
to
hide
So
I’
ll
lace
'em
up
tight,
hide
the
tears
behind
the
sweat
Tryna
play
through
the
pain,
try
to
handle
the
regret
I
see
you
in
the
stands,
at
least
that’
s
what
I
tell
myself
But
you’
re
just
a
trophy
sitting
dusty
on
the
shelf
Winning
is
a
habit,
but
losing
you
is
my
vice
Everything
is
hollow
when
you’
re
paying
the
price
And
it’
s
cold
on
these
court
floors,
walking
all
alone
Staring
at
the
screen,
yeah,
waiting
on
the
phone
Used
to
be
my
rock,
now
you’
re
just
a
memory
Hard
to
play
the
game
when
you
ain’
t
standing
next
to
me
Yeah,
it’
s
cold,
ice
in
my
veins,
ice
on
my
wrist
Missing
every
shot,
knowing
you’
re
the
one
I
missed
Yeah,
it’
s
over
now
The
buzzer
sounds
Just
me
and
the
echoes
Gone
Just
cold
floors
now
Yeah