Outstanding in His Field
[Verse 1]
It's early and our cleats make prints in the dew
The coach's voice sounds far away
By the fog that hangs around our feet, mmm
Mmm
[Verse 2]
My fingers are cold inside my glove
A crack from a bat sounds like a gunshot heard from
A great distance, I watch the ball fall down, mmm
[Chorus]
Someday I too will grow old
Someday I too will grow old
Someday I too will grow old
Someday I too will grow old
Someday I too will grow old
Someday I too will grow old
Someday I too will grow old