Goalie

For all the tiny muscles in your hand, you don’t shake like I thought you would
Get home and undo each one, guardian
For all the times you called out in the field "I got this, I got it"
Oh, the tiny muscles in the glove gave a slip

You know, you’re no goalie
You feel it sailing over your head
And you throw your body, but it’s in
It’s in
It’s in the net

Keep your wits about you when the field falls away
Tell yourself you’re doing all you can
For all the times you didn’t understand
You see now, you get it
There never will be any arena, there’s no field…

And you’re no goalie
You feel it sailing over your head
And you throw your body, but it’s in
It’s in
It’s in the net