All this talk of the lightning Burning pitchers on the lawn I'll be waiting in the sideline Playing tricks with the light And if you make it through the dark nights And you're in pieces on the ground Well, I'll be standing in the doorway Playing tricks with the light If we make it through the night, man Chasing shadows on the wall I'll be waiting in the sideline Playing tricks with the light Let me sleep for a while Let me sleep, let me sleep Let me sleep for a while Let me sleep, let me sleep