Standing outside of the dugout I can't find a place to sit It's not my turn to hit Batters up it's your turn to take a swing Your shot at history You just want to go home So I'll call your name Out from the crowd Hopefully you'll turn around We can run away together We'll fly down the interstate Count out our mistakes We'll find a new place to Call home Take your swing And lose control They'll strike you out I'll be in the dugout Waiting for You to come down those stairs Throw your helmet and wipe your tears You just want to go home So I'll call your name Out from the crowd Hopefully you'll turn around We can run away together We'll fly down the interstate Count out our mistakes We'll find a new place to Call home