When My Buckner Moment Comes – Dan Bern – letras

I used to mime the Doc, throwing K’s up on the hillBut coach put me at first base, I tried my best but stillI couldn’t hit the curve ball, I was second string at bestIt would take a miracle to get called off the benchLeft New York for California, fell for the first girl that I metShe gave me a new season, one I hadn’t seen as yetI still followed all the ball scores, down to every single gameI’ve forgotten all the players but I can’t forget her nameEvery game don’t roll your wayI get down on my knees and prayThat it won’t be in the SeriesUnderneath October drumsWhen my Buckner moment comesWhen my Buckner moment comesLet it be then in the springtimeWhen the gulf waters run stillLet the cameras not be rollingLet the grandstand not be filledThe bar lights soft and hazy and it takes me off the streetIt’s nice to know a language I don’t ever have to speakMy bases are loaded and the count is three and twoI’ll look up at the sky, where to go, what to doEvery game don’t roll your wayI get down on my knees and prayThat it won’t be in the SeriesUnderneath October drumsWhen my Buckner moment comesWhen my Buckner moment comes