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Backstory:

Wrote this song for my son watching him play football after my wife and I had divorced.                                                                                                                              

Lyrics:

                                                  
Halftime


V1

9 years out of 18,
Not too bad a score, 
But I think you know by now son,
I always wanted more,

V2

Took a knee so many nights,
On Armour Avenue,
Mom and I couldn’t make it right,
And now it’s half-time with you,

Chorus

I learned a half made a hole,
In this old heart of mine,
And even though you’re grown,
And I know you’re doing fine,
Son, I wanted more than half- time with you,

V3

Looked back on our game plan,
Replayed the highlights in my mind,
That play clock never lied,
I just ran out of time with you,

Chorus

I learned a half made a hole,
In this old heart of mine,
And even though you’re grown,
And I know you’re doing fine,
Son, I wanted more than half-time with you,
 
Bridge

20 years down the line,
Little ones of your own,
Hope you never have half-times,
Or a game you play alone,

Chorus

I learned a half made a hole,
In this old heart of mine,
And even though you’re grown,
And I know you’re doing fine,
Son, I wanted more than half-time with you,
Son, I wanted more than half-time with you