The wild card isn't consolation
It ain't no good finishing in second place
The White Sox swept us from the playoffs
And our early loss is a slap in the face
Last October, we were world champions
And we thought all the winning would carry on
But then we fell apart in the season
Now we've fallen and I'm singing this song

(chorus)

It's gone (It's gone) Oh my (Oh my)
And I don't know how to face it
It's gone (It's gone) Oh my (Oh my)
Man, I would love to replace it
It's gone (It's gone) Oh My
It's so wrong

We had the trophy in Fenway this April
And the Yankees had envy in their eyes
The Sox were launched into first place
But it's over now and we hear all the cries

(chorus)

Boston headed back into the playoffs
And we watched our pitching staff choke the games away
We were down but hoping for a comeback
But we lost out and all (all) that I say

(chorus)

It's gone, oh my
I don't know how to face it
It's gone (It's gone) I can't believe that it's gone, oh my
Man, I would love to replace it
It's gone, oh my
I don't know how to face it
It's gone (It's gone) I can't believe that it's gone, oh my
Man, I would love to replace it
It's gone (It's gone)
It's gone (It's gone)
It's gone (It's gone)

(repeat to fade)