[verse] As autumn's golden leaves begin to fall, The roaring crowds have thinned, the cheers subdued, The field, once vibrant, now a silent sprawl, Reflects the team's weary, defeated mood. Injuries have taken their heavy toll, Limbs wrapped in bandages, dreams left untold. [Chorus] It’s not over, til it’s over Q B’s wrapped wrist, But Steelers wounds can’t cover fans start to boo and twist Super bowl dreams, maybe next year [Verse] Amidst the sidelines' tense and whispered schemes, The coaches wrestle with their troubled minds, Struggling to rekindle the fading dreams, Searching for answers, but all they find— Are questions, lingering like ghosts in the night, Shadows of past victories, now out of sight. [Chorus] It’s not over, til it’s over Q B’s wrapped wrist, But Steelers wounds can’t cover fans start to boo and twist Super bowl dreams, maybe next year [Bridge] Yet hope persists, a flicker in the dark, For every end births a chance to renew, The lessons learned, the passion's still a spark, Determination's flame burns bright and true. Though this season's end feels like a defeat, The spirit of the game shall not retreat. [Solo] [Outro] There’s always next year Fans say, never fear There’s still next year
