McKay’s Last Inning

McKay adjusts his worn-out leather glove

Underneath the afternoon sun above

He's practicing his swing out on the dirt

Trying not to show how much his shoulders hurt

But he's looking past the pitcher's mound today

To the bleachers where the local kids all play 'Cause Bailey's sitting

in the second row

And suddenly he wants to put on a show

Hey McKay,

swing for the fences

Lose your fears and find your senses (oh-oh-oh)

Keep your eyes on the spinning ball

But it's Bailey making you fall

He kicks the dust and takes a steady stance

Thinking this might be his only chance

She smiles and waves as he looks her way

It's a beautiful July afternoon

for McKay

And the crowd goes quiet,

the wind blows sweet

Dust rising up around his sneakers on his feet (shhh)

He hit it far,

he ran the line

With Bailey watching,

he did just fine (yeah)