Calcium Floodlights

[Verse 1]
The calcium floodlights at Ward Field cut the haze
Smell of grilled onions and Victoria beer for days
The tin-foil shaker from the freshman bake sale stand
The crackle of the speaker, the rumble of the band

[Chorus]
And for three hours on a Friday night
We are more than dust under the lights
Just a hundred kids in faded gold
And a story getting told

[Verse 2]
There's old man Ochoa who played guard in '82
His varsity jacket stretched a size or maybe two
He whispers to his grandson in a mix of hope and dread
"'Watch the linebacker,' mijo, 'keep your head, keep your head.'"

[Chorus]
And for three hours on a Friday night
We are more than dust under the lights
Just a hundred kids in faded gold
And a story getting told

[Bridge]
Fourth and seven, clock is bleeding down to red
And the whole damn valley's quiet in your head
The football hangs against the ink-black border sky
A perfect spiral turning, and you don't know why

[Chorus]
But for three hours on a Friday night
You are more than dust under the lights
Just a hundred kids in faded gold
And a story getting told

[Outro]
And then the horn.
Ándale pues, back to the dust.