Its all hats off now, all drum rolls and applause.
By slide of the hand you will turn them into dust.
A face to face you will lead them by the fall

A track field and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out uuuuh
Uhhh uuuuuuh

Its all good luck charms,
I'll try to understand.
Indeed inside me will always hope for worst (?)
You say keep them close by
They're closer than you think.

A track field and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out uuuuh
Uhhh uuuuuuh

Next spring will bring you back again
You'll sigh and crack a whip for us
And maybe you will be the one
who'll draw the line in the sand
for us to crawl

It's all at bats now
All painting portraits time.
And maybe when the night comes
You'll open up the cage.
You'll open up the cage.