Robert Keiton Smith - Baseball Lyrics

My love for you is like a baseball
Cause the stitching's worn and I'd throw you far away
And you can see the red from the bleachers
Mixed with the whites and the grays
It's blurry, and it's fast, and it's not gonna last
But it's here all the same
And that's just the game
Had a dream you were the catcher
But you couldn't catch on to us
I wanted a home run
But coach told me to bunt
So orange slices for the losers
And winners get fruit punch
And that's just the game
The sun was in my eyes in the outfield
I couldn't see the play
We practiced this over and over
But the ball got away
A pop-fly was coming right at me
I covered my face reacting
And that's just the game