The Show by B.J. Thomas

The Show
by B.J. Thomas

Charlie grips his glove between his teeth
And ties his red ball jets like Yankee cleats
Spends all day at the sandbox stadium
And dreams all night of major league homeruns

Believin' can someday make it so
He keeps dreamin'
He's going to the show

A below average bat and average arm
In spite of that
They called him to the farm
Where he met Mary
And they married on all star day
And she'd soothe his losers bruises
And she'd say

Believin' can someday make it so
Just keep dreamin' you're going to the show

From single on
To triple A
Auburn hair to silver gray
Town to town
Spring to fall
Then one day he gets the call

Charlie grips his chew inside his cheek
Reaches down to tie his Yankee cleats
Winks up at his wife
And kicks the chalk
Then sends a signal from the coaching box

Cursed are the fools who follow their fate
But blessed are
The stubborn ones
Who wait