The Longest Yard (Life)

At the one yard line and one second is on the clock Everyone depending on me and it seems as if the whole world has stopped To feel the weight of the world on these very shoulders To not make this one yard could mean everything might be over The crowd is on their feet waiting for the snap Down... set... hut and I take a few steps back Defenders are coming from all around and no one is open I shake one, I shake two No one is still open Two hands on the ball It's time for me to run it in Hit once, hit twice, keep moving, stretch out Now everyone waits to see if I made it in.