Somewhere Between Old And New York - Steve Wariner

For 60 years he shined shoes in the same spot in the shadow of Yankee Stadium

As he shines he hears the game, and in his mind he hears his name as if he

played for them

He takes his turn at bat, there’s the pitch, he swings at it, and it’s gone

Back through the years he’s gone

To take the field with Ruth and Gehrig, bring the pennant home

He sees himself in pinstripes, in a lineup of his own

He’s stranded on a basepath, somewhere between old and New York

As a customer asks for the shine, he snaps his cloth, another inning ends

Dodgers come to bat, there’s a drive, he makes the catch to point he’s tossed

again

His cloth becomes a glove, as he’s done with every customer he’s known

Back through the years he’s gone

To take the field with Maris and Mantle, bring the pennant home

He sees himself in pinstripes, in a lineup of his own

He’s stranded on a basepath, somewhere between old and New York

He takes his turn at bat, there’s the pitch, he swings at it, there it goes

Back through the years he goes

Ride a ticker tape parade with Joe DiMaggio

As he patiently signs an autograph with a spitshine on a toe

He’s stranded on a basepath, somewhere between old and New York