But there were days on the mound when I had no peer.
But I felt so alive and so new.
Throwing ninety-five miles per hour on cue —
The smell of the grass, the warm summer dew.
Now I play baseball here in my mind.
I miss my old teammates — the contracts I signed.
Looking back I knew nothing better I’d find.
But the seasons with speed, they sure did unwind.
My day in the sun went too fast.
My all-star seasons flew past.
World Series pitchers don’t last —
Just a bit player in the MLB cast.
That was the time of my life.
Now I’ve got a great family and wife.
Sometimes without baseball it cuts like a knife.
But I’d do it again despite all the strife.
My day in the sun now seems brief.
What I miss most is the chance to compete.
The money and cars, those you can keep.
Since I gave it my all there is no defeat.
If I could go back tomorrow and play,
If only for just one more blessed day,
I would stand proudly on that mound of clay,
And pitch the baseball again until the sun fades away.