A SONG ABOUT BASEBALL
Bob Bennett

Saturdays on the baseball field
And me afraid of the ball
Just another kid on camera day
When the Angels still played in L.A.
I was smiling
In living black and white

Baseball caps and bubble gum
"I think there's a hole in my glove."
Three-and-two, life and death,
I was swinging with eyes closed, holding my breath
I was dying
On my way to the bench

But none of it mattered after the game
When my father would find me and call out my name
A snow cone, a soft drink, a candy bar
A limousine ride in the family car
He loved me, no matter how I played

But none of it mattered after the game
When my father would find me and call out my name
Dreaming of glory the next time out
My father showed me what love was about
He loved me, no matter how I played

But none of it mattered after the game...

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posted by: Alex