All rights to this song goes to Craig Carnelia.
There are two men out, and it's in the ninth, and the score is four to three
There's a man on first, and a man at bat, and the man at bat is me
And I'm sorta scared, and I'm sorta proud, and I'm stronger than I seem
And I take a swing, and my dad is there, and it's what you'd call a dreamFor the ball flies in the sun, and it sails off as I run
The crowd is roaring, cheering as I go, so are
all the guys on the teamAnd I run for home, and we win the game, and it's what you'd call a dream
And the sun shines like diamonds
The summer sun shines like diamondsThe summer sun, high in a baseball sky, shines like diamonds
And the sun shines like diamondsThere are two men out, and it's in the ninth, and the score is four to three
There's a man on first, and a man at bat, and the man at bat is meAnd it's what you'd call a dream
