Sitting in the sports arena
Daydreaming about what never could be
Sitting in the sports arena
And you don’t, you don’t understand
Go the mile let him take your hands
Come along, I’ll show you the path
Its the deepest place inside of you

I sold my soul at twelve years old
Now in his mold the deal he still holds

Sitting in the sports arena
It’s taking way too long I’m dying here
My clothes are going out of style here
Don’t you know I belong under those lights
I belong on the other side
Next to my own burning phoenix light
Its the mile not the phoenix lighting

I sold my soul at twelve years old
Now in his mold the deal he still holds