The Court Gives Way (v1)

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 bends low The pressure grows, I fake left pivot
Drive the lane, the rim swings round then 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