I was thinking about who I was Playing ball with my son in the yard Am I Shakespeare or just some drunk guy Slapping leather like some has-been calling strikes And then we stopped and we looked at the sky We looked at the sky and it was fine Watched an airplane draw a perfect straight line I called my mother, her name is Paula She's having trouble with her mind. We talked about Shiloh, she grew up there Sometimes I smell her chicken-pie And then we stopped and I looked at the TV I looked at the TV on the wall It wasn't on but the price was right It wasn't on but the price was right It wasn't on but the price was right