Undefeated
Lyrics by Charles Lieurance
She opens her locker, and he sees his picture
surrounded by hearts, and bubble letter love
she'd be worth it if someone would just let her out
she'd almost be worth it, if someone would just let her out.
He zigs, and he zags, and tucks the ball for speed
The fiberglass collisions come nowhere near the wings on his feet
In her CPO, as the snow dusts the pews
the biology class scalpel makes familiar everything that's new.
And that was the season that we were undefeated
our letter jackets creaked in October rain
that was the season that we were undefeated
we sat on the hoods of our cars, and spoke of the game.
She kneels in the darkness with her warpaint on
a thousand tiny fishhooks pull her skin
tissue-paper roses pinched in chicken-wire crowns
she pulls the dog's Navajo rug around her shoulder
and he turns the radio on.
The zigs and the zags that criss across her skin
from all the harsh collisions from without and within
he's fiddling with the tuner now as the snow dusts his Ford
he barely blinks as she thumbs away the greasepaint from his eyes
and smears it onto her own.
And that was the season that we were undefeated
our letter jackets creaked in October rain
that was the season that we were undefeated
we sat on the hoods of our cars, and spoke of the game
and spoke of the game
and spoke of the rain