Piazza, New York Catcher

Elope with me Miss Private

And we'll sail around the world

I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl

How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?

How many nights of limping 'round on pagan holidays?

Oh, elope with me in private

And we'll set something ablaze

A trail for the devil to erase

San Francisco's calling us

The Giants and Mets will play

Piazza, New York catcher

Are you straight or are you gay?

We hung about the stadium

We've got no place to stay

We hung about the Tenderloin

And tenderly you tell about the saddest book you ever read

That always makes you cry

The statue's crying too and well he may

I love you, I've a drowning grip

On your adoring face

I love you, my responsibility has found a place

Besides you and strong warnings

In the guise of gentle words

Come wave upon me from the family wider net, absurd

You'll take care of her, I know it

You will do a better job

Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me Miss Private

And we'll drink ourselves awake

We'll taste the coffee houses

And award certificates

A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style

We'll comment on the decor

And we'll help the passer by

And at dusk when work is over

We'll continue the debate

In a borrowed bedroom, virginal and spare

The catcher hits for .318

And catches every day

The pitcher puts religion first

And rests on holidays

He goes into cathedrals

And lies prostrate on the floor

He knows the drink affects his speed, he's praying for a doorway

Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench

Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me

To pass the dull weekend

I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend

A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day

You'd settle for an epitaph like, "Walk Away, Renee"

The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower

Meet you at the statue in an hour

Meet you at the statue in an hour