Home Plate Dreams

[Verse] Dusty diamond under the evening sun, Crowd’s just a-waitin’ for that home run. Jimmy’s out there, bat in his hand, Dreamin’ of glory in this small-town land. [Verse 2] First pitch comes, he swings and he misses, Coach hollers out, “You gotta give it your best, kid.” Second pitch, it’s a curve without a doubt, The ball fades away and Jimmy strikes out. [Chorus] Swing for the fences, heart in the game, Fighting for that moment to bring him the fame. Dingers and strikeouts, part of the tale, In this country town, where heroes prevail. [Verse 3] Third pitch comes, a fastball straight and true, Jimmy’s eyes focused, he knows what to do. Crack of the bat echoes through the air, Ball sailing high, round the outfield square. [Verse 4] First base touched, he’s running like a deer, Crowd’s going wild, filled with cheer. Second base reached, he’s halfway there, Foot on third, he smells victory in the air. [Bridge] Summer night whispers, stars up high, Every hit and miss, aiming for the sky. Small-town dreams on the dust and grass, Living every moment like it might be his last.