Off in the distance the game’s dragging on. There’s strikes on the batter, some runners are on. Then suddenly everyone’s looking at me. My mind is set wondering what could it be. I think to myself then I look up above, and a baseball falls into my glove. I play right field, it’s important you know. You gotta know how to catch. You gotta know how to throw. That’s why I play in right field, way out where the dandelions grow.