Postmodern Baseball

Midnight skates, discussions of mistakes we've made
And will continue to make
Falling down in the middle of downtown
On the way to grab a few

I wish i could enjoy these moments as they come to me
Instead of future reflections in memories
Visions of progress obscured
By TV screens

Thinking about the plot of my life
No climaxes just minor strife
Guess we're all just characters in this plot device
So when am I coming of age?

When am I coming of age?
When am I coming of age?



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Dyer
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