And when we started talking, I could not believe my ears, you said you were a Braves fan even through the rotten years.
You see the world through your cynical eyes, you're a troubled young man I can tell.
You a grand slammer, but you no Babe Ruth, you gotta learn how to relate.
I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years, it's even worse than it appears but, it's all right.
The time to hesitate is through, no time to wallow in the mire.
Honestly, honestly, unless it hurts why do it?
Morrow's long-awaited return.
Never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death.
Can you feel it, see it, hear it today? If you can't, then it doesn't matter anyway.
Trouble ahead. Trouble behind.
I'm fine, Mom! How's Washington?
Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it.
Someday I'll fly, someday I'll soar, someday I'll be so damn much more.
You know, the good ole days weren't always good, and tomorrow's not as bad as it seems.