I switch off the ballgame at it’s turning point
Move to the comedy of Saturday Night Live

Let the game end without me
There’s too much life there

When I turn back, if my team has won
There is no joy, only relief

Should my team lose I slink away quick
My head filled with a small death

It’s over – on a screen
…it’s over

With a breath I say Still alive
Wait for the next game

There’s tomorrow
But the evening waits

And I left to wonder
what it can bring