Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze
A trail for the Devil to erase
The statue’s crying too and well he may
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
The saddest book you ever had to read always makes you cry
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd
The catcher hits for 318 and catches every day
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
You’d settle for an epitaph like 'Walk Away, Renee'
I love you, my responsibility has found a place
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell about
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare
Life outside the diamond is a wrench
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for a doorway
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
A lady stepping from the song we love until this day
Maybe, but not what she deserves
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by
Meet you at the statue in an hour
“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake
And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate
