Solo: E  B  C#m  A [2x]

E                        B
The clock's running down
                        C#m
The team's losing ground
           A 
To the opposing defense
E                    B
The young quarterback
                  C#m
Waits for the snap
                       A
When suddenly it all starts to make sense

[Refrão]

E                         B
He's got all kinds of time
                          C#m
He's got all kinds of time
           A
All kinds of time
E                         B
He's got all kinds of time
           C#m
All kinds of time

E                   B
He takes a step back
                 C#m
He's under attack
                    A
But he knows that no one can touch him now
E                  B
He seems so at ease
                     C#m
A strange inner peace
                    A
Is all that he's feeling somehow

[Repete Refrão]

[Bridge]

  A
He thinks of his mother
                             E   B
He thinks of his bride-to-be
  A                     
He thinks of his father
                        
His two younger brothers
B
Gathered around the widescreen TV

[Solo: E B C#m A]

E                    B
He looks to the left
                      C#m
He looks to the right
                 A
And there in a golden ray of light
E               B
Is his open man 
                  C#m
Just like he planned
                    A
The whole world is his tonight 

[Repete Refrão 2x]