Spymob - Joe Namath lyrics

They rushed as I released the ball downfield My receiver knows which way to turn and he'll find it And these things I just know When someone's coming up behind me I scramble to the right And it's this sense that keeps my knees from dying Back at home my family's watching me Slapping hands in the middle of a stadium Back in a midtown high-rise hotel room She's thinking of me, waiting to see me Someone's coming up behind me So I scramble to the right And it's this sense that keeps my knees from dying And I'm sure you all know the game You relive it play by play When you go to work tomorrow Chorus Picture me at night Living dreams out on the field at home Never reeling from the game With my leg up in a sling, my head packed in ice Showing up at Shea Stadium Where you can hardly see the number on my jersey You can hardly believe my stats from this whole season On certain nights you'll see the light on in my building