Why does the good always have to sit with all the rest?
You’re always having to fish it out of the pile –
everything a mess and a jumble!
Why does the good always have to sit with all the rest?
You’re always having to fish it out of the pile –
everything a mess and a jumble!
When the ball disappears
between the mound and the glove –
we’re talking missile now,
the true white heat –
where does it go?
Does it stick to the line
or stray to the stars?
Does it do what it should
or hang out in bars?