I got my hands in my pockets and I’m walking to the promise land
Making sense of these sandlot blues
My heads on my shoulder like my heart in the center of the song that I wrote
for you
I got a plan in my mind for the future, I find growing old is a somber tune
Staying young is about as likely as my pen pal writing or my birthday wishes
coming true
I got dust in my eyes from my childhood lying down in dugouts in sands of blue
I’ve been sitting in the soil like grass or grab me if you’re a sandlot failure
too
I don’t think i’ll ever make it to the ballpark sunset It’s already late
afternoon
I got a haste in my step, hop the chain link fence and keep dreaming cause It’s
all I can do Man I dare you to memorize all my rhymes that apply to you and say them like
the headline news
Cause I’ve been pending with a pen trying to capture where I’ve been and an outro that’s catchier than bedtime tunes
All the best highs follow when the
The places where we left smiles, lets widen youth
If heaven’s all that lasts forever, I’ma pass too
Till then you’ll see my dirty ass young face next June
I got my hands in my pockets and I’m walking to the promise land
Making sense of these sandlot blues
My heads on my shoulder like my heart in the center of the song that I wrote
for you
I got a plan in my mind for the future I find growing old is a somber tune
Staying young is about as likely as my pen pal writing or my birthday wishes
coming true
Man, I got dust in my eyes from my childhood lying down in dugouts in sands of blue
I’ve been sitting in the soil like grass or grab me if you’re a sandlot failure
too
I don’t think i’ll ever make it to the ballpark sunset It’s already late
afternoon
I got a haste in my step, hop the chain link fence and keep dreaming cause It’s
all I can do

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