Baseball Project Long Before My Time
The summer game has let me down, standing lonely on the mound.
A crossroads only I can see between oblivion and destiny.
My mind and body say I’m done but something says I must go on.
Conventional wisdom does implore you give it all and then give some more.
Summer slowly turns to fall.
It’s so hard to walk away from it all long before my time.
My agent says I need to move.
What do I have left to prove?
I falter when I hold my ground.
For a couple of bucks you can keep me around.
You’re only young just once,
I know but history will always show you pad your best days with the chaff--A faded tarnished photograph.
Summer slowly turns to fall.
It’s so hard to walk away from it all long before my time.
I stop and change my mind most everyday,
It's better to burn out or fade away.
Dandy Don and Warren Spahn tell me that I must go on.
I must go on, I can’t go on, I must go on, I can’t go on.
Summer slowly turns to fall.
It’s so hard to walk away from it all long before my time.
