The Ballad of Bob Beamon Lyrics

Here I am

Sitting on my hands again

Fingers crossed

But we know how this'll end

Another word, another line of text that crawls across my face

Another chance to find my saving grace

In my mind

I knew I had a chance I'd

Win the race and I'd

Take the gold and I'd

Just as soon go home

But Beamon knows a thing or two about

Taking leaps of faith

Thirty feet away from saving grace

Well I am not

Well I'm not many things

But what I am is just a man

And just what does that mean?

I just see

Whatever's in front of my face

Whatever might be my saving grace

Here I am

Sitting on the ledge again

Fingers crossed

But now I know how this'll end

I'll try to tell myself things I can't believe

Believe

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