The Golden Dart

In the darkness, stands a man with doubt
Fear of failure, fear of being watched (watched)
The stage is daunting, the crowd is loud
Shaking hands, trembling deep within (oh-yeah)

But he finds his game, he finds his groove (oh-oh-oh)
The fear of the noise slowly fades away (hey-hey-hey)
He grows stronger, his skill is honed (oh-yeah)
With every throw, he's getting closer to his destiny

The spotlight hits his eyes, a blinding glare
The weight of expectation, a heavy load to bear
His heart pounds like a drum, his breath grows thin
The pressure mounts, the tension's high (oh-yeah)

But he finds his game, he finds his groove (oh-oh-oh)
The fear of the noise slowly fades away (hey-hey-hey)
He grows stronger, his skill is honed (oh-yeah)
With every throw, he's getting closer to his destiny

But he takes a breath, he steadies his aim
Focus tightens, his resolve remains
The dart flies through the air, a silver streak
Hitting its mark, a resounding crack (oh-yeah)

But he finds his game, he finds his groove (oh-oh-oh)
The fear of the noise slowly fades away (hey-hey-hey)
He grows stronger, his skill is honed (oh-yeah)
With every throw, he's getting closer to his destiny