A Great Year for Baseball Lyrics

Last call for alcohol

We're blacking out in the streets

Of a southern town

We would end up sticking around

We made it out to the ocean

Walked the pier and stared out to sea

We call this living

And who we all want to be

Take a step back

Hold your breath

If we turn back now

There'll be nothing left

I can't do this forever

But I'm sure as hell gonna try

And as long as these bones keep on swinging

Like the old American pass time

We spent the weekend in the North

Held up in a hotel room

Snow lay thin on the ground

Not much else to do

We drank away the night

We got fucked up, we were alright

We would stay til sunrise

To do this all over again

Take a step back

Hold your breath

If we turn back now

There'll be nothing left

I can't do this forever

But I'm sure as hell gonna try

And as long as these bones keep on swinging

Like the old American pass time

Cos we are gold

We are golden

Just like we all used to be

Take a step back

Hold your breath

If we turn back now

There'll be nothing left

I can't do this forever

But I'm sure as hell gonna try

And as long as these bones keep on swinging

Like the old American pass time