We stand upon the marching field,
We wait to start our show
Staring at the football lights,
Our faces all aglow.
The sweat rolls down our foreheads
Our eyes are pained and red
The football lights shine down on us
Or maybe we are dead
We stand as tall as airplanes
We focus like a stone
But still the football lights shine down
And warm us to the bone.
The audience is shifting
They wait with little care
But the football lights are blinding us
We know not if they're there.
The drum majors salute them,
And rise up on their stands.
The football lights a lighted outline
Encircling their hands and head.
The first one calls a count off,
We sent into his beat
The football lights illuminate
Our quickly moving feet.
We march as if we're robots,
We watch as if entranced
The football lights are nothing
They don't receive a glance.
We touch and close to end it
The crowd gives a careless cheer
But the football lights dance with us
As if a shining mirror.
Although we are unwanted,
Wew always bust our butts,
And the football lights are staring down
Givign praise to none but us.
The football players take the field
The crowd is silent once again
But the football lights don't change their love
Its us they're focused on.