Americas pastime

I never cared much for baseball, anyway
But by the time that it crossed my mind
I guess it was too late
'Cause I'd already made a commitment
To the team
Now I try to stay away from those
Perhaps something's wrong with me
Christopher punched me in the chest
When I was thirteen
I went home and cried
'Cause I didn't know why
But he was probably hurting more than me
I was afraid my heart might stop
In my sleep
But it was all in my head
Sometimes my imagination
Gets the best of me
So throw me a pop fly
While I'm chasing butterflies in centerfield
America's pastime
So much can change in twenty years
Ooh
When I was sixteen, I fell in love with a girl
And one day she invited me
To come to her youth group after school
And when I arrived
I was taken by surprise
When she fell to her knees
People were speaking in tongues
At the top of their lungs
And I just wanted to leave
So take me back in time
Where I'm chasing butterflies in centerfield
America's pastime
That's what I'll say in twenty years
Ooh
Ooh, throw me a pop fly
While I'm chasing butterflies in centerfield
America's pastime
Haven't felt this alive in years
Ooh
I never cared much for baseball, anyway
But by the time that it crossed my mind
I guess it was too late