Baseball Diamond

Lyrics for Baseball Diamond

You think of tomorrow The things you'll get done Your family's a portrait When spaces come done She says she will meet you when It's five past seven No time like the evening The baseball diamond, oh You can't find your ticket The hands in the air So what, it's a foul ball? The children won't care She sits smiling next to you The sun on the edge The circle of waves that come When he comes to pitch No hands like the evening I want you to win I feel like it's coming The second stealing She sits like the season The sun watches him A break in the clouds No time like to win No time like tomorrow The baseball diamond Believers waiting for the sun to come down Believers waiting for the sun to come down Believers waiting for the sun Believers waiting for the sun