The lights go on, another game day,
I grabbed my bat and headed for the plate.
But the first pitch was a curve and I was done.
Strike one!

I stepped out of the box, looked the pitcher in the eye,
You could read his lips, "Hey punk, you're mine."
So I gave him a wink and said "Let's see what you can do."
Strike two!

(Chorus:)
Gotta keep my eye on the ball, swing straight and true and follow through.
Don't be afraid whatever the call because we're never alone,
Our coach is there to cheer us on.
Well it's the wind up, here comes that ball.
You gotta pray and swing, watch it till it's going, going, it's gone
Home, home, home run, we need a home run.

You know life can be like a baseball game,
We're on the same team, but we're not all the same.
That's why we've got to learn to play together.
I didn't join this team to sit on the bench,
I'm going deep, swinging for the fence
I've got some friends on base I gotta get home.

(Chorus)

(Bridge:)
We are not the first to play this game or stand over this plate.
We are surrounded by their legacy, like they're sittin' in the stands.
I can see them waving their hands saying "Go, go all the way!"
Home, home, home run. Hey, it's gone gone now.
Home, home, home run. Hey it's a home run.