My grief is a vast wellspring from which an infinite river of sadness flows.

[Rain Man]

I sit in the sports bar
My world is shattered
My baby back ribs mock me from the plate
Their death served a purpose.

Next to me a woman cheers
She wears a star and I think she's a witch
She knows nothing about football
Because she cheered at all the wrong times.

My server asks if I want more
I tell her no
I've had all I can handle already
She looks at me funny and walks away.

We win some battles but it never matters
We lose every war
I feel like France
And football is my Germany

I wanted a milk shake
But I won't get it now
Any pleasure will be lost now
In the pain that is a missed kick

The woman beside me cheers
They're showing a replay
She thinks they scored again
Now she's confused

Lions fans arrive for the late game
They nod knowingly
We are brothers in life
Working around the house in January

I put on my coat
And walk out beneath the replays
While Cowboy fans cheer
I disappear into the night.

Wide right.