Paper can't describe

How long that they played

All the judges cried

When the champion waved

We knew the love

Was just for the game

But a trophy's a slog

When the lions behave

Make a move

Four summers ago I got the silver medal laughing at kids getting coached

After school

the man's a joke

He's just repeating what he heard

He never lit

He never burned

I saw the sun like mockingbirds

Make a move

I found some relief

In leaving boards complete

Not changing where they sit

No hands upon the hilt

No spray paint finger prints

No grease tracked little pills

It's only how the coats fit

How the rain decides

They told me to play

Pick my pieces up and play

I don't think I've ever loved a girl

The way the game

I don't think i could love a person

The way I love the game

That's some familiar way

That I say I found relief

Make a move

How the rain

On the linoleum slicks

Make a move