Tom P Buckley

Lyrics

[Intro]
[brightly strummed acoustic guitar]
[Verse 1]
[male tenor vocals enter]
Out in the forest of Cherrywood play
In that baseball day
He dreamed about taking it all
[clean electric guitar lead fills]
Major league stands in his head
Threw a sweet fastball, what do you know?
It's not a curve in these parts
Thought about dreaming, he thought about life
Didn't know which part he liked more to start
[Chorus]
Oh yeah, out there, swung a bit
Swung a bit
Oh yeah, out there, just a bit
Just a bit
Yeah, you know what to believe
Just a bit
Yeah, that feeling
[Verse 2]
You know you're out there on some
First time you're on the bus it was tidy
Second time there was some trash in the bin
Listen to tunes and he thought about many
Women he know, he know once again
Wasn't what they always wanted
Just another ballplayer, yo
Plays as hard as his ghost aches
Like the chewing gum when you play
[Outro]
Hey, take me away, it's on, it's on
Hey, take me away, it's on, it's on
When he plays
Hey, hey, hey
[vocal ad-libs and sustained notes]
As the game favors these days
You gotta ignore
Time out baby you know
Play some, a good one
Oh, guess I'm the right one
My hat fits too tight, my shorts are too light
Can't find my glove, it's Saturday night
Where's my girl? Where's my head?
I can't believe all the things I'm forced to hear
But I know it's not God
God would leave me alone
No, I know it's not God
God would leave me alone
God, God would leave me alone
God, God would leave me alone
[acoustic guitar strumming fades]