What I’m Doing Here

Lyrics

A middle-aged man steps up to the plate His team is behind and the inning is late He's been here before, uncertain and full of fear But he's ready this time, despite the fatigue From a decade or more in the minor league He hands are steady, his mind is totally clear Here comes the ball, it's fast and it's straight It's his kind of pitch, it's all down to fate He takes a swing, the best one of his career He needs a hit to stay in the game He's willing to admit he's the one to blame For believing a dream, he's finally being sincere That's what I'm doing here A tired old man answers the phone There's joy in his voice because he's not alone The sound of his family's so loud you can barely hear He says "I've had some good luck, two kids and a wife Won more than I lost, had the time of my life Played as long as I could, but now the ending is near" You ask him about that fateful pitch How it all went down, and would he ever switch What he has for another chance to appear? He says "That's how the game works, there's no way to know When you hit a ball, how far it will go You just keep on swinging, year after year That's what I'm doing here"