we are two baserunners
our teams' sole ghostrunners
in these extra innings played
second base is our start
moon is high in its arc
this ending might just get delayed
you may not remember me
i was a trade of one for three
between the m's and diamondbacks
but i remember you
and how bad the ball you threw
so the bases are mine to attack
at the time you were even worse in fact
bobbling the ball and constantly striking out
oh, oh
you were good on tv, lots of personality, that the sports journos just loved
and so they focused you, ignored your poor stat skew, and then you won the golden glove
as time wore on you proved a poor player, mid at best
leaving better bats a mad frustrated mess
oh, oh
and then you disappeared, several minor years the only thing worth to note
and then m's manager, traded you to go, with three of us in return boat
then at training spring the batting coach came up close
and told me the one thing that i must value most
oh, oh
find him,
blind him,
outrun his throw,
and steal his bases, be safe there
make sure you get home
so that he wakes up, sweating, thinking about just how bad he played