Verse 1

Ten years folded in the hallway drawer,

Old cleats waiting by the kitchen door.

You tie your laces, laugh at the crease,

The whistle calls and the doubt lets go with ease.

Pre-Chorus

From packed lunches to the center line,

You step back in and the whole team shines.

Chorus

Mamas back on the field again,

Shoulder to shoulder, through thick and thin.

Ten years away, but the fire stayed,

Now every pass says we’re here to play.

Raise your hands, let the whole crowd know:

We’ve still got heart, we’ve still got go.

Mamas back on the field again,

And this time we’re playing for us, my friend.