high step

you can't make it to heaven with a high step

you can't make it to heaven with a high step

i played both sides of the field

i was better at defense

they put me out for special teams

the college league wasn't impressed

but the press called me a work horse

i ignored it like the crowd

i had calories to burn off

and i made my parents proud

a jersey with a number that concealed faulty equipment

a cog in the machine but the team saw me as different

old beyond my years

my chest hair was like a carpet sweater

they made me leader

i wore that c like a scarlet letter

whether hot or cold

i had to avoid the loss

and play better then the competitor

whether or not i won the coin toss

i watched it flip in slow motion

while i considered the odds

but it's a sin to gamble

so i left the risk to god

we had a locker room prayer

where we all lobbied the lord

i pretended to know the words

bowed my head and mouthed along

that was my way then

i was a slave to the play pen

where i tried to make friends

and couldn't wait to say amen"