Vārdi: Kristin Hersh. Baseball Field.

Lovely empty baseball field
Just one of the places to sun
Like a hot pink kite with no string

Heads rolling
You make heads roll
Whistle the day away
Whistle one day away
You make headway

Drift till the stuff that you're breathing
Seems like air, you go back there
Lovely empty baseball field
Just one of the places to set your lawn chair
Like a hummingbird with no wings

Heads rolling
You have time and baby oil shine
Whisper the day away
Whisper one day away
You make headway

Drift till a piece of a place, nests in your hair
You go back there, talking at the radio
Just one of the places to shoot off your mouth
Like a hot summer dog on a lawn

Here today, never gone
Drift today away
Drift one day away
You make headway