Still a rookie's swing, stuck on the mound, butterflies flying out my gut.
My heart on a string, yet I'm still asking now if I'll make the cut.I know I'm not the only name on the draft sheet, but if your nasty, move on past me & treat me harshly.
My perfect game of last week, will be the back pages last story.
Of me a rookie, playing with the pro's a fair match....hardly.
