My Oh My

I used to sit with my dad in the garage

The sawdust, that Pine Sol in the moss

Around every spring, when the winter'd thaw

We'd huddle around the radio, twist the broken knob

7:10 AM, no K-J-R

Davie House's voice would echo throughout the yard

Couldn't have been older than ten, but to me and my friends

The voice on the other end might as well have been God's

1995, the division series

Egger's up to bat, bottom of the eleventh inning

Got the whole town listening, swung on it, belt it

The words distorted, Joey Cora rounds third

Here come's Griffey, the throw to the plate's not in time

My, oh, my, the Mariners win it, yes!

Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome

We had just made history

Laces woven, barely holdin' that stitch

Creases in time amongst the grime and the grit

Weathered leather, used to pound his fist

To some, it's just a mitt, but see, that glove was him

Yeah, he'd tell me stories on the field with that sun-stained brim

Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit

Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew

Sunburned arms, Big League Chew, yeah

We were like the Sandlot after dinner

After practice, we listen to the M's in the kitchen

And if mom wasn't trippin', come on, dad

Please, I swear, just one more inning

Voice would pump, pump through the system

Break out the rye bread, it's grand salami time, my, oh, my

Another victory, yes, my city, my city, childhood, my life

Watching Griffey right under those lights

Under that light rain, beamin' in that night game

Can't stop now, keep movin', no break pads

Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field

Make history in between the base path

And compete against the fear that is in me

That's my only barrier and I swear that I'ma break that

From the mud, the cleats that we drug through defeat

This is that moment and you cannot take it back, and

I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old cardboard

Memories embedded in the dust and the fires that age, just like us

Livin' somewhere off in a drawer, this is what you make of it

Yeah, we play to win, livin' like we're under the lights of the stadium

Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in

Right? Until he waves us in

It's my city, my city, childhood, my life, that's right

Under those lights

My city, my city, childhood, that's right, me house

My, oh, my, c'mon

My city, my city, childhood, my life, that's right

Under those lights

It's my city, my city, childhood, my life, me house, my, oh, my

Rest in peace