THE LAST GAME OF THE SEASON (A BLIND MAN IN THE BLEACHERS)

David Geddes



He's just the blind man in the bleachers

To the local home town fans

And he sits beneath the speakers

Way back in the stands

And he listens to the play by play

He's just waiting for one name

He wants to hear his son get in the game



But the boy's not just a hero

He's strictly second team

Tho he runs each night for touchdowns

In his father's sweetest dreams

He's gonna be a star some day

Tho you might never tell

But the blind man in the bleachers knows he will



And the last game of the season is a Friday night at home

And no one knows the reason but the blind man didn't come

And his boy looks kinda nervous

Sometimes turns around and stares

Just as tho' he sees the old man sittin' there



The local boys are tryin' but they slowly lose their will

Another player's down and now

He's carried from the field

At halftime in the locker room

The kid goes off alone

And no one sees him talkin' on the phone



The game's already started

When he gets back to the team

And half the crowd can hear his coach yell

"Where the hell you been?"

"Just gettin' ready for the second half,"

Is all he'll say

"Cause now you're gonna let me in to play."



Without another word, he turns and runs into the game

And through the silence on the field

Loudspeakers call his name

It'll make the local papers

How the team came from behind

When they saw him playin' his heart to win



And when the game was over

The coach asked him to tell

What was it he was thinkin' of

That made him play so well

"You knew my dad was blind," he said

"Tonight he passed away"

"It's the first time that my father's seen me play