I know there were a hundred ways to tell her I loved her It´s funny how they´re all so clear today And when her face was burning with sadness and yearning
I don´t know why I turned my eyes away But it´s so easy looking at the game the morning after Adding up the kisses and the laughter Knowing how you´d play it if the chance to play it over ever came But then, a Monday morning quarterback never lost a game The room was so alive with all her feelings and longings I saw the spark of danger in her eyes Well, how would it have hurt me if I´d turned back and held her? A moment passes, something lovely dies But it´s so easy looking at the game the morning after Adding up the kisses and the laughter Knowing how you´d play it if the chance to play it over ever came
But then, a Monday morning quarterback never lost a game Yes, it´s easier to win it when you know you´d never play it quite the same But then, this Monday morning quarterback never lost a game