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