Chalk Lines

[Verse 1]
(A cappella, cold open)
Tunnel concrete cool on the neck, a low hum from the MetLife stands
Cleats click a time-code, every secret plan held in our hands
(Beat drops)
We move like a ghost through the static, a system the gaffer designed
A nation is holding its breath on the other side of that chalk line
We pressin' like Adamsville summer humidity, sticky and mean
The unspoken thing in the air is the prettiest monster I've seen
They want us to play the good hosts, just smile for the cameras and wave
We came here to dig up the garden and dance on a European grave

[Chorus]
Red, white, and the space in between
Yeah, we move on the unspoken, you know what I mean
That look in the locker room, quiet and cold
The story that's written in chalk, never told

[Verse 2]
This ain't for the pundits who doubt it, the ones with the talk-show degrees
This for the kids with a ball and a wall from the coast to the Lowcountry trees
They see a false nine, I see a brother who's baitin' the trap
They see a long ball, I see a prayer that is closing the gap
The gaffer, he told us last Tuesday, 'Boys, make your own weather today.'
So we bringin' the thunder, a beautiful violence, the red-white-and-blue ricochet
From tailgate to rooftop, the diaspora crosses the sea
With a faith that's a madness, the same kinda madness that's living in me

[Chorus]
Red, white, and the space in between
Yeah, we move on the unspoken, you know what I mean
That look in the locker room, quiet and cold
The story that's written in chalk, never told

[Bridge]
No fear of the giants, no fear of the ghosts of the past
Just the hum of the lights and the feeling this moment was built here to last
The quiet awe of the green under lights, it's a promise we keep
While the rest of the world is asleep.

[Outro]
Chalk lines.
Yeah, the story gets told in the chalk lines.