Holding You, I Held Everything.

That Old Star That You Been Wishin' On Is Shining Mighty Bright, But It's The Fire Inside Your Heart That's Gonna Lead You To The Light.

Any Time I'm In A Moving Thing, Like An Airplane, I'm Usually Asleep Before We Even Get On Our Way.

I've Been Taking Batting Practice In My Barn Where Nobody Can See Me, So I May Be Better Than Anyone Thinks.

That Smell Of Freshly Cut Grass Makes Me Think Of Friday Night Football In High School. The Smell Of Popcorn And Cigar Smoke Reminds Me Of The Stadium. The Cutting Of The Grass Reminds Me Of The August Practice.

Bury The Hatchet, But Leave The Handle Sticking Out.