from all that sordid business.
This is a song about being a kid
and then being a teenager
and then being a grown -up man
and then being an older grown -up man
and still having the box scores
That's what this song is about.
hope you like it. It's called box scores
it's the most rocking song
Sporting green, seven -pistol chrono
A cup of coffee in my hand
I keep my eye on the sparrow
I keep my focus pretty narrow
and read books about its makers
I read books about baseball,
the swingers and the tankers
But what I love even more
is more and over box scores
For half an hour every day
let the box scores have their way
Forget about your problems
Take a mind made condition
And the numbers in the column
Static layers may fade away
Too many for this one break
But every summer, every day
The box scores keep me sane
I put my eye on the sparrow
I keep my focus pretty narrow
And read books about its makers
I read books about baseball
The swingers and the takers
But what I love even more
Is pouring over box scores
For half an hour every day,
let the box scores have their way.
There's not a week, a website reads out,
oh no, no highlights on ESPN.
Baseball tonight is out of sight,
but the box score is my best friend.
I can play the whole game through,
I can watch it in my mind,
The box score tells the whole truth,
that's the way it was designed.
when the last newspaper goes,
we'll just read them on our phones.
It'll never be quite the same,
but the Foxcore will admit.
I keep my eye on the sparrow.
I keep my focus pretty narrow.
read books about its makers,
I read books about Facebook,
the swingers and the takers
But what I love even more
is pouring over box scores
For half an hour every day