Backyard Lessons

He'd say, 'Son, it's more than just technique' 'There's love for the game that you gotta seek' [Pre-Chorus] Years of catch, sweat in the sun Life's lessons from him, one by one From the backyard games, to the cheering fans Every swing, a tale of how it all began Out in the field, under the lights First hit, first run, reaching new heights [Pre-Chorus] Stands are full, and hearts are too Every pitch, you see it through From hometown fields to stadium cheers You're in the majors after all these years You stepped to the plate Wasn't just a game to play Do you still remember it Swingin' bat and dirt on clay Stay beneath the lights You'll live those glory nights again In the diamond rush (diamond rush) Pinstripes fade but the memory stays Dugout laughter, the cheer of the crowd Just like old times, feelin' so proud Take another sip, let it burn, taste the age Just a touch of glory in the twilight's haze Scoreboard's bright, but it's not the same Feelin' the years, the ache, and the game Wish I could wind back, be in that play But time just ticks, in the cruellest ways [Chorus] Crack of the bat, echoes in my mind Lost in the past, that ol' home plate grind