Bravely turning two,
an open field of blue
Turning to the stands,
and waving to the fans
Taken by the hand.
Taken like a man.
And, you I do not trust
A Chip off of my rust
You are scenery, as seen from the bus
Pretty scenery, you're not one of us
You're not one of us
Save me just the crust
Oh, ignore me if you must
But, save me just the crust
Beginning with the what,
Transition to the cut
Wherefore art they?
Wherefore art sake?
Turning to the field, bravely open D
Over where the field meets the open sea
Taken like a man, taken by the hand
You, I do not trust
You are not the rust
You, I cannot face
You are not this place