Major League

A Randy Newman song, my young heart The opening of major league Oh, I was ready then, steal the third And Cleveland was the place to be And the ghost of my hungry self Linger in the way I feel It's been long since I felt it all I'm just waiting on a word from America, ahh, ah There I could stumble home, fall in love Unknowing what I couldn't be The Carolina Wren in my heart Pointing at the man in me And the ghost of my rising self Longing for the place to be It's been long since I've felt your face And I'm waiting on a word from America, ahh, ah And to fall into friendly arms Oh, sunny's will you set me free It's been long since I felt it all Somewhere deep into the night of America Can we just sing our song Until we sing it right You'll be the rolling cloud I'll be the endless sky When you're all I know And all I see Your trees they sway in time, and oh I'm carried by the reckless of your dream A Randy Newman song, my young heart Longing for the place to be I would run right out, play my part And Cleveland was a place in me And the ghost of my hungry self Linger in the way I speak It's been long since I felt it all I'm just waiting on a word from America How's your brain feeling?