[Verse 1] Sunburnt hood on my old blue car Three bad strikes and a bent-up scar I told the guy behind the counter This one game gonna pay my way out Pockets thin, pride all frayed Name on the wall from a better day He slid the ball like he knew the lane Didn’t say much, just signed his name [Pre-Chorus] Then he rolled one clean I heard the pins move back Too smooth, too mean Like he’d done it all before that [Chorus] Last frame at Bowl-O-Rama Last frame, I’m in too deep Last frame at Bowl-O-Rama And he’s smiling over his sleeves Oh, that hand, that spin I know that look again Last frame at Bowl-O-Rama And my car’s on the line again [Verse 2] I wiped my palm on a rented rag Watched my shot kiss the ten-pin tag Ball hit wood, then the whole place froze He laughed once through his crooked nose Mid-roll truth hit like a loss Read the shoulder, read the toss Saw the ring tan on his throwing hand Saw that old pro form in the way he stands [Pre-Chorus] Then he turned that wrist Like a man on tour I knew right then I’d seen that style before [Chorus] Last frame at Bowl-O-Rama Last frame, I’m in too deep Last frame at Bowl-O-Rama And he’s smiling over his sleeves Oh, that hand, that spin I know that look again Last frame at Bowl-O-Rama And my car’s on the line again [Verse 3] Scoreboard buzzing in the corner hum My phone lit up with a tow-truck number thumb I could smell fryer grease and lane oil blend He just chalked the ball and gave me that grin again Couple kids at lane four turned to stare Old jukebox stuck on a half-done prayer I stood there with my last shot feeling small Like I’d been hearing that same old call [Instrumental Solo] [Bridge] He said, “You remember me?” Like a match in the dark “You used to cheer my name Back when I was spark” I said, “Man, you’re a ghost” He said, “Nah, just retired” Then he rolled the cleanest line Through my stubborn fire [Final Chorus] Last frame at Bowl-O-Rama Last frame, I’m in too deep Last frame, I’m in too deep Last frame at Bowl-O-Rama And he’s smiling over his sleeves Oh, that hand, that spin I know that look again Last frame at Bowl-O-Rama And my car’s on the line again [Outro] Pins down Silence in the air He tipped his cap I just stood there
