LANE NINE
Four men who have played the same four chords since 1986 and finally got them right
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.67
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.53
- vocal at
- 16.2s
- length
- 3:34
- language
- En
lyrics
(pins scatter, a jukebox kicks in) League night. One last chance. Rented shoes a size too wide Sweaty palms I cannot hide Your team is up by twenty-two You bowl like you forgot me too (strike! ...of course) But it ain't over till lane nine Turns off its little neon sign (one more, one more) Give me one more frame! (one more frame!) Give me one more frame! I've been practicing my aim Give me one more frame! Losing you was my worst game Give me one more frame! (whoa-oh-oh-oh!) I split the seven and the ten The story of us, there and then The whole league held its nylon breath I lined up my heroic death (clonk... rattle... wait—) The ball rolled slow as my regret The pins leaned in like a duet (they're falling! they're falling!) Give me one more frame! (one more frame!) Give me one more frame! I've been practicing my aim Give me one more frame! Losing you was my worst game Give me one more frame! (whoa-oh-oh-oh!) You walked over, chalk on your hands Said, you always had lousy plans but you never once walked away Then you stayed. You stayed. You stayed. (the jukebox changes songs) Give me one more frame! (one more frame!) Give me one more frame! Give me one more frame! Give me one more frame! (whoa-oh-oh-oh!) (one more frame! one more frame!) Lane nine, don't turn off your sign (pins crash one last time)