The Court Gives Way (v2)

Lyrics

Ben, Ben, count me in Ben, Ben, let the game begin
I lace my boots, tap the line Then the whole court buckles under me
Like a spring-loaded world that finally knows my name
Back hallway, three minutes to go I spin the ball, check the scoreboard
Glow coach says stay sharp I say watch this play
Then the painted baseline curls away Glass doors fold like a referee's card
The hardwood lifts, but I'm running hard One jump shot hangs in the tilted air
I call its arc and meet it there
No band, no crowd, just rubber squeak My breath, my pulse, the captain's peak
The locker room bench slides downhill My lucky ring keeps time until I
Step through the tunnel, whistle blows The goal bin's low, the pressure grows
I fake the left pivot, drive the lane The rim swings round and holds again
Ben, Ben, count me in Ben, Ben, I can turn the spin
I lace my boots, strike the line And every court that folds beneath me
Opens one clean lane to the winning shot I came to take