Lyrics

[Verse]
Under the Friday night lights, we stood proud,
In the heart of Ann Arbor, heard the fans loud.
Blue and maize, we wore on our sleeve,
But sometimes the heartache's too hard to believe.

[Verse 2]
We faced Ohio, the rivalry's grim,
In the Big House, feeling hope stem.
But fate had a twist, and down we fell,
Just one more tale of a game gone to hell.

[Chorus]
Fourth and inches, the crowd holds its breath,
Dreams of the touchdown, charged into death.
But sometimes the glory, ain't what it seems,
Feels like we're livin' someone else's dreams.

[Verse 3]
Marching band played the Wolverine fight,
Under those arches, shined the game night.
Yet on the gridiron, we met our fate,
A triumph once golden, turned to a state.

[Verse 4]
Coach had a vision, a path clear and bright,
But came the blow in the cold autumn night.
We stumbled and fumbled, the echoes remain,
A football tale mixed with honor and pain.

[Chorus]
Fourth and inches, the crowd holds its breath,
Dreams of the touchdown, charged into death.
But sometimes the glory, ain't what it seems,
Feels like we're livin' someone else's dreams.