Pitch By Pitch

(oh-oh-oh) We were three years old in the sandbox dust Building plastic castles,

learning who to trust Now it’s fifteen years of the same old

drive To the morning bell at high school,

8:05

You’ve got your cleats thrown in the back I’ve got my kneepads

in my pack

Different courts, different fields,

same team Living out this hometown dream

Through every win

and every loss You’re the one I count upon

From tricycle wheels to driving cars

We still know who we are

You’re sitting front row at my volleyball games

Cheering out loud when they call my name

And I’m in the bleachers for your baseball games In the Friday

night lights, some things never change Boy and girl,

best friends from the start

Three

years old all the way to the heart

You know my order at the drive-thru lane I know the pitch

you throw to clear the rain When the pressure’s up and the

score is tight I look to the stands and it’s all alright

You smash a home run over the fence

I dig the ball when the rally gets tense

Different jerseys, but the same front line Standing by your side every

single time

People

ask if there’s something more

We just laugh, heading for the door Because a bond like this

doesn’t need a label

We’ve been family since the kids' craft table You’re sitting front row

at my volleyball games

Cheering out loud when they call my name

And I’m in the bleachers for your baseball games In the Friday

night lights, some things never change Boy and girl,

best friends from the start

Three years old all the way to the heart

Yeah, three years old to the end of time

Best friend of mine

Pitch by pitch, set by set

The best story that we’ve written yet