Old Timers Day
The colors of the evening raise their weary heads
The lights from across the cove reflect on the water's edge
The season's almost done
And the northern geese are almost gone
Far away is already here
In the morning the breeze gets the current going again
The old timers wake and the rituals begin
One day is like another
Corn flakes and peanut butter
You might never know good things happened here
Get out of here the old timers say
Leave your reminiscing and be on your way
There's things we gotta do and it's getting late
It's old timers day
Going out to the ballpark imagine that
It's easy to forget we too swung mighty bats
The outfield grass is high
And its echoes wander the open sky
Filled with longings for home
Get out of here the old timers say
Leave your reminiscing and be on your way
There's things we gotta do and it's getting late
It's old timers day
Get out of here the old timers say
Leave us alone just get on your way
There's things we gotta do and it's getting late
It's old timers day
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