When I feel the morning grass I let down myass

Because love comes from the dirt in my own backyard



Everytime I think I've finished being young

I catch myself having fun

But the moment passes as the sun moves on

So I turn myself back to you



On a diamond in the rough I spent my better years

I still see her in the crowd with diamonds in her ears

And it's depressing that I can't forget the tune the organist played

la da da da da da da, la da da da da da da...



Everytime I think I've finished being young

I catch myself having fun

But the moment passes as the son moves on

So I turn myself back to you



Is our season over?

No four leaf clover

I feel it's getting colder

Now that it's late fall



But can you still remember?

April to november

You and I were members

Of the best team in baseball



So we play our games

I've got a girlfriend

You've found a new guy

But it's not the same



And so I drive

Straight up I-5

So let you know I'm still alive