What's the deal with my brain? Why am I so obviously insane?
There's the pitch, slow and straight, all I have to do is swing and I'm a hero, but I'm a zero.
As they search the night for someone to hold onto and just pass through.
Tell me there's a logic out there, leading me to better prepare for the day that something really special might come. Tell me there's some hope for me, I don't wanna be lonely for the rest of my days on the Earth.