monday morning quarterback

Frank Sinatra

I know there were a hundred ways
to tell her I loved her
It's funny how they're all so clear today
And when her face was burning
with sadness and yearning
I don't know why I turned my eyes away

But it's so easy looking at the game the morning after
Adding up the kisses and the laughter
Knowing how you'd play it
if the chance to play it over ever came
But then, a Monday morning quarterback
never lost a game

The room was so alive with all her feelings and longings
I saw the spark of danger in her eyes
Well, how would it have hurt me
if I'd turned back and held her?
A moment passes, something lovely dies

But it's so easy looking at the game the morning after
Adding up the kisses and the laughter
Knowing how you'd play it if the chance
to play it over ever came
But then, a Monday morning quarterback never lost a game

Yes, it's easier to win it when you know
you'd never play it quite the same
But then, this Monday morning quarterback
never lost a game