Saturday summers when I was a kid
We'd run to the schoolyard and here's what we did
We'd pick out the captains and we'd choose up the teams
It was always a measure of my self esteem
Cause the fastest the strongest played shortstop
And first the last ones they picked
Were the worst
I never needed to ask
It was sealed I just took up my place in right field
Playing right field
It's easy enough
You can be awkward you can be slow
That's why I'm here in right field
Just watching the dandelions grow
Playing bright field can be lonely and dull
Little leagues never have lefties that pull
I dream of the day they'd hit one my way
They never did but still I would pray
That I'd make a fantastic catch on the run
And not lose a ball in the sun
And then I'd awake from this long reverie
And pray that the fall would never come out to me
Here in rightfield
It's easy enough
You can be awkward you can be slow
That's why I'm here in rightfield
Just watching the dandelions grow
Off in the distance
The games dragging on their strikes on the battle
Some runners are on
I don't know the inning
I've forgotten the score
The whole team is yelling and I don't know what for
Then suddenly everyone's looking at me
My mind has been wondering what could it be
They point to the sky and I
Look up above and the baseball falls into my glove
Here in right field
It's important to know you gotta know how to catch
You gotta know how to throw
That's why I'm here in rightfield
Just watching the dandelions grow