Baseball. lyrics
by Cottonwood Firing Squad
One foot on the front porch
And one foot in the door
I’m gonna run till I can't run no more
My hands in my pockets
And my head hanging low
I’ll use the tracks as a map to guide me home
My tongues all tied up
But in the back of my head
I know in the end you'll all make cents
My tongues all tied up
I know in the end you'll all make cents