The gray pages tell me it's tomorrow, again
I looked all day Sunday for a motto, again
I should have known better
I should have called you
Pretend only good days were to follow, from here
I held you up close you were the model, the friend
I should of known better
I could have called you
I hope I don't need Cus D'amato again
Lead me around my will to follow
I hate the games we play
There's nothing in it
I'm older every day
I hope we win it
I should have called
I should have known better
I should have called you