Swinging for the Fences

A swing for the fences Carving out my name Hang a ten on the breezes A little too deep to change Well I will be here I will be there Stealing bases Long before I realize I’m gone Although I haven’t left home plate In so long That I begin to see Days when all that I’d need’s Still right here next to me Loan wing lost in the garden Red seams and sun on the dawn The grass is looking greener Growing wild without a care What kind of jig bone dreamer’s Never been one to take a dare I will be here And I will be there Taking a lead off To run from every chance I could wrong And still I haven’t left home plate In so long That I begin to see Days when all that I’d need’s Still right here next to me Loan wing lost in the garden Moon rings sand in my shoes Songs I keep running back home to play