Baseball - Michael Franks

Ev’ryone sings, «Home of the brave

And land of the free»

You’ve had twenty wins and one save

Now you’re up against me

How can I keep control of my nerves?

The way you wind-up

When you throw me those curves?

I hear him yell, «strike»

And it’s a good call

It’s so hard to keep my eyes on the ball

On the baseball

Love is just like baseball

All it is is baseball

Love is just like baseball

You have played with me like a pawn

For most of the night

How’d you get your uniform on

So perfectly tight?

You strike me out twice

I singled but died

Then you made me pop up

By sneakin' inside

I’m gonna change that sneer to respect

Make your eyes open wide

When you feel connect to the baseball

On the baseball

Love is just like baseball

All it is is baseball

Love is just like baseball

Here I am behind in the night

The count 's 3 and 2

End the game like Beethoven’s Ninth

Is what I must do

So now that we’re here

Alone in the dark

I’m gonna send this

Right out of the park

If I was you I’d leave it alone

'Cause I’m tearin' round third

Slidin' towards home

Tearin' round third

Slidin' towards home

On the baseball

Love is just like baseball

All it is is baseball

Love is just like baseball