Verse 1
The morning sun hangs low and pale
On the cracked lines of the court
Paddle feels wrong in my hand
My patience running short
The ball comes soft across the net
I swing and watch it sail
And the silence from my partner
Hangs in the air
Chorus
It's an off day
Nothing's falling right
Every shot I trusted yesterday
Won't stay in the lines
It's an off day
The rhythm's gone away
All the things that used to come so easy
Just won't work today
Verse 2
My drop shot dies before the net
My drives fly long and wide
The serve that used to find the corner
Just drifts off to the side
Across the court they barely try
Just tapping balls my way
And every bounce reminds me
How far my game has slipped
Chorus
It's an off day
Nothing's falling right
Every shot I trusted yesterday
Won't stay in the lines
It's an off day
The rhythm's gone away
All the things that used to come so easy
Just won't work today
Bridge
I know this court
I know these lines
I've walked them a thousand times
But today they feel
A mile too wide
Like something broke inside my mind
Final Chorus — Hopeful Turn
It's an off day
Just let it pass
Pack the gear
Leave the game behind
It's an off day
Tomorrow's still in play
And maybe all those instincts
Will find their way back
Pickleball Sessions Vol. 1
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