Frank Sinatra - Monday Morning Quarterback Lyrics
(Pamela Phillips, Don Costa)[Recorded September 10, 1981, New York]I know there were a hundred ways to tell her I loved herIt's funny how they're all so clear todayAnd when her face was burning with sadness and yearningI don't know why I turned my eyes awayBut it's so easy looking at the game the morning afterAdding up the kisses and the laughterKnowing how you'd play it if the chance to play it over ever cameBut then, a Monday morning quarterback never lost a gameThe room was so alive with all her feelings and longingsI saw the spark of danger in her eyesWell, how would it have hurt me if I'd turned back and held her?A moment passes, something lovely diesBut it's so easy looking at the game the morning afterAdding up the kisses and the laughterKnowing how you'd play it if the chance to play it over ever cameBut then, a Monday morning quarterback never lost a game[instrumental-French horns-first two lines of chorus]Yes, it's easier to win it when you know you'd never play it quite the sameBut then, this Monday morning quarterback never lost a game