Sam’s got too big for his britches
You should see the way he pitches
Scouts are circling the practice
Six months left before he rabbits

Sally’s getting tired of hanging on his arm
She’s got some ideas of her own
She’s gonna make more than a home
Danny likes to talk to her, what could be the harm?
She wasn’t looking for it
She slipped into his orbit
One weekend, no peeking

Sam finds out a bit too late and suddenly
He’s lost the taste for all the dreams his Daddy sold him
Rage and leather cannot hold him

He learned to throw a curve, but not to make the panic stop
He’s choking on the day to day
He’s let the big dreams fall away
Knocking on her mama’s door until they call the cops
A dozen new emotions translate into explosions

Too late to learn it when you got 18 long years in you
He’ll spin his wheels in place until he’s sick of all their faces
Those kids he treated badly do business with his Daddy
And as they pass his desk they’ll say
”Hey, give your mom my best” and
That’s what he’ll do

Not the kind of managing he thought he’d have to do
Biweekly revenue reports
At least there’s porn and TV sports
Still thinks every now and then of being back in school
He felt like such a winner, heats up a TV dinner
No peaking