Letra de When My Buckner Moment Comes

I used to mime the Doc, throwing K’s up on the hill But coach put me at first base, I tried my best but still I couldn’t hit the curve ball, I was second string at best It would take a miracle to get called off the bench Left New York for California, fell for the first girl that I met She gave me a new season, one I hadn’t seen as yet I still followed all the ball scores, down to every single game I’ve forgotten all the players but I can’t forget her name Every game don’t roll your way I get down on my knees and pray That it won’t be in the Series Underneath October drums When my Buckner moment comes When my Buckner moment comes Let it be then in the springtime When the gulf waters run still Let the cameras not be rolling Let the grandstand not be filled The bar lights soft and hazy and it takes me off the street It’s nice to know a language I don’t ever have to speak My bases are loaded and the count is three and two I’ll look up at the sky, where to go, what to do Every game don’t roll your way I get down on my knees and pray That it won’t be in the Series Underneath October drums When my Buckner moment comes When my Buckner moment comes