Struck out again
Loosen your grip go out swinging
Lost to the same changeup
With coaches and parents, the stands in my head
Might as well be playing instead
Daydreaming in the outfield
This is where I belong
As the innings go on the games grown up
And I'm still in my imagination

Gone into overtime
The league is always the same
Spent years on the D-backs, three on the A's
Miss the wholesome scrimmage games we played

Hanging in the dugout
Cutting baseball seams spitting sunflower seeds
Joking with all my buddies
At the "I" in team and everything in between
These chalk foul lines are outlines of past times gone by
Lost in each base slide while your jersey moved on with its life

I can see it in your eyes
Although it got better
You were never happy with me

So I learned to be happy with myself

I have some sense of direction
Not success but a clear cut passion
Written on my bones
Through the dust your cleats kick up it will always show

Inside the batting cage
Go showcase that classic swing
Your sun scorched mitt of leather
Flaunting every letter on your Louisville slugger

You'll catch me in the dugout
Counting all the foul balls go by
Wishing that a pop-fly would fall and
Drill that sucker between the eyes

Got no court or umpire
To tell me otherwise
I can run to third without landing a hit
Your guess is as good as mine

Struck out again
Quit sleeping
Lost to another curveball
Why even bother to swing for the fences?
Might as well be playing instead

Back to the outfield prison
To think about what I've done
The innings go on, the game's grown up
And I'm still in my imagination

I know you can't be beat
In this brawl you roped me into
A front to war inside myself
Projecting problems somewhere else
Away from me
It won't let go
This storm is never blowing over
I'll let the winds fill up my sails
Lift me over chain link fences I'll prevail

Struck out again
loosen your grip keep swinging
Just keep swinging