Modern Baseball - Cooke Lyrics
I’m circling the drainwith all my problems in handWell I gotta’ pretty good hand I’d sayBut these new caskets crack the sameThe first few stones are the worstThey fall in unnoticedAnd scare you for more than they’re worthAnd all at once you will not hear your own wordsCloset weather at best and you’re a victimYou say we’re all in the basketBut it’s so funTo remind us over and over againTime’s a wasting so now I must be leavingI’m crawling outsideIn the same way that I creeped inAnd the rain falls down and it’s heavy on my eye lidsPulled to the ground down the *****ing drainMaybe it’s just my luckBut I got a spotless recordMaybe it’s harder to stayAnd we got it all wrong from the startMaybe it’s all in the cardsOr just an excuse for playingMaybe it’s all in our heartsMaybe I don’t know what I’m sayingI’m circling the drainBut I’m picking these bones upCause man, they don’t live there todayAnd I don’t want to hear the fibers crackCause God knows I’d rather die than be dyingIt’s not a cliché ,no sir it is a logical preferenceBecause the way things were this yearMakes me think how good it all could beand how well it could endMaybe it’s just my luckBut I got a spotless recordMaybe it’s harder to stayAnd we got it all wrong from the startMaybe it’s all in the cardsOr just an excuse for playingMaybe it’s all in our heartsMaybe I don’t know what I’m saying
