Tire tied to some old pipe Starts to twist in the breeze Fading light of September Makes the shadows dance through three-step drops In perfect time with me And I placed my prayers in the wind I hope they make you well soon I plead with this ball in my hands Just go through I'm begging you Grass stains on my church clothes Grandma is gonna be sick I draw it up in the dirt, throw The corner route, when mass lets out And hear the crowd scream my name in my head And I placed my prayers in the wind I hope they make you well soon I plead with this ball in my hands Just go through I'm begging you Just go through I'm begging you I'm begging you I'm begging you This isn't the way that I pictured it It's not how I wanted this You alone in the dark and me under the lights All shallow breaths and shaking hands It's not how I pictured it It's not how I wanted this I've been waiting to stand here my whole life But not without Six Not without Six