Baseball — Ozma

When I feel the morning grass I let down my guard Because love comes from the dirt in my own backyard

Everytime I think I've finished being young I catch myself having fun But the moment passes as the sun moves on So I turn myself back to you

On a diamond in the rough I spent my better years I still see her in the crowd with diamonds in her ears And it's depressing that I can't forget the tune the organist played la da da da da da da, la da da da da da da...

Everytime I think I've finished being young I catch myself having fun But the moment passes as the son moves on So I turn myself back to you

Is our season over? No four leaf clover I feel it's getting colder Now that it's late fall

But can you still remember? April to November You and I were members Of the best team in baseball

So we play our games I've got a girlfriend You've found a new guy But it's not the same

And so I drive Straight up i-5 To let you know I'm still alive