[Verse 1] September dreams under Lucas Oil lights We were running up the score, looking so alive New QB in town, thought we’d found “the one” Every Sunday felt like we already won But autumn turned to cold November nights All that hype turned into “maybe we’re not right” From “top of the league” to “same old Colts” Another rollercoaster built on broken hopes [Pre-Chorus] We’ve heard this speech a thousand times before “Trust the plan, we’re gonna fix it, just one year more” But my heart can’t take another almost season I need more than pressers and half-baked reasons [Chorus] Blue and white, but I’m feeling black and blue Tired of the promises that never follow through We lit it up, then we fell apart again Same script, new cast, same bitter end Hey Jim, are you watching from your suite up high? Fans down here are running out of alibis If we wanna chase rings, not just stats on a screen We gotta fire Ballard and Steichen, wipe this slate clean [Verse 2] Draft picks wasted, spinning in the dark Patchwork rosters, always “one piece short” of a spark Every year it’s “next year, we’ll be back” But next year always looks like the same old track Fourth-and-short calls that make no sense Timeouts burned, playing scared, too tense We’ve got talent on the field, but no clear way Just wasted primes slipping game by game away [Pre-Chorus] How many Sundays do we throw away? Chasing ghosts of Peyton, of a better day I’m done believing in a front office dream When all I see is a stuck-in-neutral team [Chorus] Blue and white, but I’m feeling black and blue Tired of the promises that never follow through We lit it up, then we fell apart again Same script, new cast, same bitter end Hey Jim, are you watching from your suite up high? Fans down here are running out of alibis If we wanna chase rings, not just stats on a screen We gotta fire Ballard and Steichen, wipe this slate clean [Bridge] This isn’t hate, it’s a heartbreak song Nine long years we’ve been waiting too long AFC dreams turning into dust It’s not “In Ballard we trust,” it’s “In change we must” Light up the sky, let the rebuild start Give this city back its football heart We’re tired of almost, tired of “not yet” All we want is a team we won’t forget [Final Chorus] Blue and white, yeah we’ll always bleed for you But loyalty’s burning in a different hue We had the spark, then you turned down the flame Can’t keep living this rerun game Hey Jim, are you watching from your suite up high? How many wasted seasons have to pass us by? If we wanna chase rings, not just talk on a screen We gotta fire Ballard and Steichen, finally come clean [Outro] Here’s to the horses, running free someday No more “maybe next year,” no more fade away ’Til the day we rise from all these broken schemes I’ll be here, screaming for my team.
