MOG

Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd
Life outside the diamond is a wrench
“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare
And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate

We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by
The catcher hits for 318 and catches every day
The statue’s crying too and well he may
Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell about
The saddest book you ever had to read always makes you cry

A trail for the Devil to erase
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
I love you, my responsibility has found a place
I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play

He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for a doorway
Meet you at the statue in an hour
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
You’d settle for an epitaph like 'Walk Away, Renee'
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
A lady stepping from the song we love until this day
Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze

Maybe, but not what she deserves
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?