I saw him go
Straight to the ground
I'm running full on
To lay my hand on his back
I saw him go
Limp as a veil
Thrown in a cruel fashion
I saw every quarterback crying
Folded on my lap
And counting out the damage done
Ripped from the field
And freaking out
I'll be a still valley
I saw every quarterback crying
Laid up on the grass
And nodding like a violet
I saw every quarterback crying
Folded on my lap
And counting out the damage done