Our shuttle bus driver
From midway to home
We were weary and worn
Tattered and torn
Burnt from the road

He said: Listen up sonny
It's too late to complain
This is a test
Your life has been blessed
Now carry the flame

He shook us out of our spoiled illusion
Looked us in the eye and he said

Every next day, every next day, every next day
Is a new beginning
Every next game, every next game, every next game
Is an extra inning
Your piece of paradise is just around the bend
And every next day, every next day, every next day
Is your chance to rise, rise again

We looked at each other
Said, maybe he's right
Power and privilege
Is blinding our sight

We need to remember
How we got to this day
Hard work and sweat
No safety net
We practiced and prayed

We heard his words and we sobered up quick
We remember it all to this day

Every next day, every next day, every next day
Is a new beginning
Every next game, every next game, every next game
Is an extra inning
Your piece of paradise is just around the bend
And every next day, every next day, every next day
Is your chance to rise, rise again, rise again

You've got the talent
To face the challenge
Change is on the way

Your piece of paradise is just around the bend

Every next day, every next day, every next day
Is a new beginning
Every next game, every next game, every next game
Is an extra inning
Your piece of paradise is just around the bend
And every next day, every next day, every next day
Is your chance to rise, rise again
Chance to rise again
Chance to rise again
Every next day
Chance to rise again
Rise again