Bleachers & Beams

[Verse 1]
The old floodlights hum a lonely tune, cuttin' through the chill
Like a crooked nail in winter, holdin' onto something still.
Down in Honesdale, Pennsylvania, where the coal dust still clings low,
Every soul is built around this game, watchin' spirits grow.

[Chorus]
Friday night, beneath these lights, where every broken beam
Finds a moment of integrity, a flicker in the dream.
A workingman's cathedral, built of sweat and honest pride,
Where a whistle blows and all our ghosts, they gather by our side.

[Verse 2]
Remember Jimmy Cole, he had a shot, a lightning-fast stride,
Now he pours concrete down the road, with shadows deep inside.
But every single pass he threw, a legend in the autumn air,
The foundation of a memory, this town can't help but share.

[Bridge]
The scaffold of our hopes and fears, it rises in the haze,
We cheer for boys we used to be, through these long and empty days.
A distant train's low whistle cuts, a memory through the night,
Just like a stubborn rebar holdin' up the fading light.

[Outro]
Yeah, Friday night, beneath these lights, the only plumb line we still know,
The only blueprint, friend, for where these weary hearts can go.