Baseball — текст песни (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