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