Even though it’s been forever
Some things bring me right back
The feel of oiled leather
The smell of fresh cut grass
A perfect sun is shining
On a perfect Saturday
That’s my kid out on the diamond
Getting ready to play
He’s been working hard all season
Just trying to get a piece
The obsession’s only deepened
It’s all he eats and breathes and sleeps
Most nights when I get home
He’s waiting out in our backyard
And he begs me ‘Daddy, just one more pitch’
Even though it’s getting dark
Life’s a little like a baseball game
It ain’t the score, it’s how you’re playing
You win some, you lose some
That’s a fact
No matter where you go or what you do
I’ll always be proud of you
Whenever you strike out I’ve got your back
But you’ll never forget the sound of the ball off that bat
We’ve talked about the butterflies
That he gets when he’s on deck
Now he’s staring in the pitcher’s eyes
And I’m praying he connects
He might foul a few into the stands
Before his time is up
To me he looks just like a hitter
Who could use a little luck
Life’s a little like a baseball game
It ain’t the score, it’s how you’re playing
You win some, you lose some
That’s a fact
No matter where you go or what you do
I’ll always be proud of you
Whenever you strike out I’ve got your back
But you’ll never forget the sound of the ball off that bat
Two down, the bottom of the fifth
And a runner on second base
I slapped his back and bumped his fist
As he walked up to the plate
Then I held my breath, the pitcher threw
And it all seemed so unreal
To see a ball so white in a sky so blue
On its way to centerfield
Life’s a little like a baseball game
It ain’t the score, it’s how you’re playing
You win some, you lose some
That’s a fact
No matter where you go or what you do
I’ll always be proud of you
Whenever you strike out I’ve got your back
But you’ll never forget the sound of the ball off that bat
And I’ll never forget the sound of the ball off that bat
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