Driveway Legends (For Dave)

So does it  all start to seem
    like shadows
Or does it all start to seem
    more real?
Do the lines get more blurry
Between what you see and
    what you feel?
And does it all become really
    just a world of pain
So much so that you want to let
    it all go?
And would you do it all again,
And what about it should we know?



Winners out, everything  back
Game is to eleven
Doctor heal me, Magic trick me
Black Jesus whirl me to heaven
If Sidney Moncrief could really fly
We’d  all wish we could get up so high

Once I got up quick over
    your shoulder               
Tipped it back in before you could
    get off the ground
We'd shoot all night and listen
    to the sufferers
Partake ourselves when there
    was no one else around
And one time I beat you
    one-on-one
And all you said was, All right,
    let's do it again
I wish there was something I could
    say to you like that
    right now
Instead of I guess I'll be seeing you,
    my friend


Winners out, everything back
Game is to eleven
Doctor heal me, Magic trick me
Black Jesus whirl me to heaven
If  Sidney Moncrief could really fly
We’d all wish we could get up so high

Who's going to take that last shot and why?
Who wants that ball in his hands?
And who is it that you're really playing for?
Yourself, the others, or those clowns 
    in the stands?
And when that ball rolls away someone has 
    to go get it
Beyond the halo of the lights all is black
You can't see nothing out into that darkness
And if you venture out there there ain't no telling if
        you'll ever come back


Winners out, everything  back
Game is to eleven
Doctor heal me, Magic trick me
Black Jesus whirl me to heaven
If Sidney Moncrief could really fly
We’d all wish we could get up so high

Well back then hardly no one else
    was knowing
That you should be praying
    to asphalt gods
Now there’s too many coaches
    and there ain’t no miracles
Just the percentages and beating
    the odds
Not in the wind, not in the quake
But in some small still quiet space
Not in the words, not in the grace
In the laughter and the bones
    of your hollow face


Winners out, everything  back
Game is to eleven
Doctor heal me, Magic trick me
Black Jesus whirl me to heaven
If Sidney Moncrief could really fly
We’d all wish we could get up so high

Be quick but don’t hurry, the old coach said
For when you hurry you make mistakes
The subtle rules the dense, and you must endure
Your going forth as your coming hence
Nothing has changed, nothing at all
Said my hoopster from his deathbed
I have all the time in the world
I have all the time in the world


Winners out, everything  back
Game is to eleven
Doctor heal me, Magic trick me
Black Jesus whirl me to heaven
If Sidney Moncrief could really fly
We’d all wish we could get up so high



Hey, Dave we were driveway legends
Hey, Dave, we were driveway legends
Hey, Dave, we were driveway legends
We had all the time in the world
Hey, Dave, we were driveway legends
Hey, Dave, we were driveway legends
We had all the time in the world
All the time in the world
Be quick but don’t hurry
You have all the time in the world