Sanoja: Decemberists. Picaresque. Sporting Life.

I fell on the playing field, the work of an errant heel
The din of the crowd and the loud commotion
Went deafening silence and stopped emotion
The season was almost done, we managed it 12 to 1
So far I had known no humiliation
In front of my friends and close relations

There's my father looking on
And there's my girlfriend arm in arm
With the captain of the other team
And all of this is clear to me
They condescend and fix on me a frown
How they love the sporting life

And father, it had such hopes for a son who would take the ropes
And fulfill all his old athletic aspirations
But apparently now there's some complications
But while I am lying here trying to fight the tears
I'll prove to the crowd that I come out stronger
Though I think I might lie here a little longer

There's my coach, he's looking down
The disappointment in his knitted brow
I should've known, he thinks again
I never should have put him in
He turns and loads the lemonade away
And breathes in deep the sporting life
The sporting life, the sporting life, how he loves

There's my father looking on
And there's my girlfriend arm in arm
With the captain of the other team
And all of this is clear to me
They condescend to fix on me a frown
How they love the sporting life
The sporting life, the sporting life, how they love