We formed a team and you broke it up, but here I am recalling your legend
"STRIKE ONE!!!"
It's the seventh inning stretch and I'm dying to hear you sing again
I try to have a good eye but it's not easy taking good pitches
You're throwing fastballs right down the middle of the plate
I can't get a hit but you'll never strike me out
How did you ever think you could?
Would a pinch hitter or a call to the bullpen break our contract?
I'd tear those papers to shreds for a chance at redemption
I'd sit on the bench just to stay protected
I'm vulnerable now more than ever but steady playing time keeps me fresh
These triple plays and grand slams I surprise you with from time to time
They keep you interested when you thought I was a washed up utility player
My retirement is the security you need to move on with your life
But I'm not going anywhere
The sad thing is that I'll always be there for you signing autographs
Wearing a forced smile when I'm infinitely saddened
"STRIKE TWO!!!"
Could I risk another press conference, without guilt or blame?
Can you feel it burning in your chest, the rekindling of a flame?
Do you take the long way home from the game thinking of mysterious intentions?
We are at the mercy of each other as long as we are still out of the playoffs
Candlelights are stadium lights that illuminate our season
Chew up the past and spit it out like sunflower seeds
It'll be like our careers never happened; the way you've always preferred it
You thought you could trade me but my agent said you were wrong
You dressed me up in pinstripes but I never felt like I belonged
So here we are in extra innings with the score tied
I'm going for an inside-the-park homerun
Ignoring the third base coach and hanging up the phone
Flashes of brilliance get the best of me as I barrel towards home
Our rivals and fans are on the edge of their seats anticipating the play at the plate
You thought you tagged me out but the umpire yelled "SAFE!!!"