Curveballs and Confusion

(hmmm, yeah,

listen)

Nolan stands out at shortstop,

looking left and right

Parker Dobert's in the outfield,

in the midday light

Fly ball coming,

looking like an easy play

But Parker tripped over his laces,

watched it slip away (oh no,

not again) Oh

Parker,

what you doing out there?

Nolan's watching,

shaking his head in despair

You got the passion,

but you miss the ball

Every single time it starts to fall

(yeah,

yeah,

oh Parker)

Bottom of the ninth,

bases loaded up

Parker steps into the box,

drinking from his cup

Took a mighty swing

on a ball way outside

Spun around so hard

his helmet had to slide

Nolan's in the dugout,

hiding behind his hands (haha,

oh my god, Parker)

Oh Parker,

what you doing out there?

Nolan's watching,

shaking his head in despair

You got the passion,

but you miss the ball Every single time it starts to fall

(oh, you miss it all)

Nolan asks him, 'Brother,

what's the plan?'

Parker says, 'I'm doing the very best I can' But he's running

to third when he should go to first

Man, this baseball tragedy is getting worse (yeah,

it's getting worse) Oh Parker,

what you

doing out there? Nolan's watching,

shaking his head in despair You got the passion,

but

you miss the ball Every single time it starts to fall

(every single time, yeah)

We still love you,

Parker

Even if you can't catch a thing

Nolan's buying the drinks tonight

(hmmm, yeah, just keep practicing,

man)