Extra Innings

I know we’re not getting any younger I know we got started too late Love is blind and there is no justice Yeah, baby ain’t life great I know we’re not getting any younger I know we got started too late Look at us just a couple of misfits Let’s you and me have a date Some people got no opinion Some people got no one to call Some people can talk for hours And pretty much say nothin’ at all Some people are innocent tourists Got lost in a cynical town That’s why I’m glad I found you And you let me hang around Yeah, let’s just hang around Chorus Repeat: You could find true love in a truck stop You could find true love on stage Or you could find yourself in trouble With a lover that’s half your age Or you could have a midlife crisis Turn in early and turn out the light But I think we’re just getting’ started Come on baby let’s rave all night Let’s just rave all night…

The wind blue cold on the Hudson that night down at flywheel park So, i walked down Piermont avenue where all the shops were dark I saw a ghostly figure duck into an ally and then just disappeared As the sun came up it dawned on me… What was happening here When Charley died they buried his ashes and mixed them in a plot With seeds and stems and roaches from some good California pot That weed grew wild all over the marsh and word spread around the valley About the mellow joy and potent blend Of Sativa… Indica… and Charley Charley’s gone but not forgotten He’s just out back in the garden Makin’ C.B.D. for eternity Charley by the door Charley by the door Now in the wee hours after midnight, when no one is around Charley walks these streets alone and he watches over the town So, if you’re out and about ya got nothin’ to fear when that scent is in the air ‘cause Charley is an angel now… So, there’s no need to dispair Charley’s gone but not forgotten he’s just out back in the garden makin’ C.B.D. for eternity (that’s) Charley by the door brother gimme a toke of thet bespoke smoke for Charley by the door let’s roll a spliff and play a reggae riff for Charley by the door we’ll share a joint down at the turning point… for Charley by the door Charley by the door Charley… by the door

My father taught me long ago How to hit and catch and throw We’d toss the hard ball back and forth He’d hardly say a word of course In a silent conversation The only thing you heard was… Cowhide and stitches whistling through the air And the sound it made when it hit my glove It stung, but I didn’t care When a pitcher dares you from the mound You learn to stare that pitcher down He’ll get in your head ‘n’ rattle your nerves Then fool you with a knuckle curve Find your stance And someday you will learn… Not to fear the fastball whistling through the air Or the sound it makes, yeah, the crack of the bat Never stings when you hit it fair Time passes slowly when you’re young A game can last forever in the summer sun A kid don’t mind if the score is tied And neither side is winning We’d stay all day if we could play extra innings Just one more extra inning Errors made and lessons learned Kept your eyes wide open so you didn’t get burned The older you are the younger you get You’re still in the game with no regrets You know nothing lasts forever But as the days go by … You discover your faith in family and friends The love you give and the love you get Takes you home again Repeat Chorus Coda: If we could today, i wish we could play … Extra innings, just one more extra innings

Having full fever dreams of Havana Somehow, I went back in time To a hot summer day On the road by the bay In a country that’s no longer mine I can still see your eyes as you’re laughing In that fifty-four red Chevrolet Wherever we’d roam You swore you’d get home If fate would start turning your way The marimba, the quatro and congas will play A montuno under the stars As you dance to the band And the women clap hands I’ll be strumming Felipe’s guitar When you crossed the straights to Miami That’s when your new life began Watching Lucy and Dezi On American TV You became an American man With actors, and poets and ivy league girls Sipping coffee all night in the bars As the room starts to clear In your mind you still hear Someone strumming Felipe’s guitar (SOLO) Now you’re going back home to your brother Your papa and dear mama too ‘cause you miss the delights Of those buena vista nights Ya got a bad case of Caribbean blues Your heart is full of sweet memories The rum and Cuban cigars So farewell my friend ‘til i see you again I’ll be strumming Felipe’s guitar I am strumming Felipe’s guitar

Got a ticket for speeding On that information highway Caught by the stress police And when I look at you I know you feel it, too We both need to get some relief From the phone calls Deadlines Madness in the headlines People can be so cold But when the wind and chill Go to twenty below I got a place we can go Chorus: South of the coconut line We’ll be together and take our time Follow the sun and let it shine I'll be yours and you’ll be mine South of the coconut line We’ll make our escape and be hard to find So when the coast is clear Let’s disappear South of the coconut line, baby South of the coconut line... There’s always too much to do And not enough time It just never seems to end It feels like we both Keep on running in circles Again and again and again Too much junk mail Phone mail urgent e-mail In this twenty-four/seven life So let’s power down And don’t think twice We’re heading for paradise REPEAT CHORUS Bridge: Oh little mama When it looks like there’s nowhere to run Oh mamacita Pour us a pineapple juice and rum REPEAT CHORUS & FADE

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The stars were like sirens calling Singing a lover’s song The night was filled with dancing demons Luring two hearts to hold on Flesh on flesh and filled with desire Could something so good be so wrong? They both knew this should never have happened This wasn’t where they belonged With tears in her eyes she looked back Like Bergman to Bogie on the tarmac Once last glance at what might have been But never would come to be She released him, And she was set free If this was only another time And they were in another place The scene playing out in her imagination Was more than she could face Breathing out, her mind made up They would have no second act Just a kiss good bye with no regrets Credits roll and fade to black (Repeat Chorus) So, this journey ends They can’t just be friends There’s nothing left to say She flies away (Repeat Chorus)

Neither one of us knows what to say So, we go round and round Til the mercy of love appears to lift us up And light the way Neither one of us wants to cause any pain So, we go round and round Maybe we can find a place in our hearts To forgive one another tonight How did we get here Holding our breath by day Tip-toeing into the night Keeping our distance How have we lost sight? We stumbled into something It looked like love, a bit like love, but Hasn’t that clock run down? Chorus Repeat Averting our eyes Hoping the other will cover the cost Of ending the game Praying the door Closes gently, gently, gently Maybe tonight Oh, what would it take? What would it take to Break the chains? But we sit here silently