The Last Breeze on the Batter's Glove

from we've been the garages by the garages

"do you see the ball fly through fading skies?
will you drop your bat at the plate?
i’ve seen the shadows hiding further out
this is your last call of the play

still you dream of summers unending
when you stayed locked home all day
you’ve barely scratched the surface
when you hear my sound do you shake?

soft gloves with nothing left to hold
eyes see the way out the winding runs
you chase despite all the warnings
do you dare keep me inside?

where the wind blows
where the wind blows
where the ball goes
is where i’ll go

where players run
where shadows loom
where blaseball goes
will i stay with you
again
and again
"