Swinging for the Fences

Swinging for the Fences - Summer Salt

Composed by：Matthew Terry/Eugene Chung/Phil Baier

A swing for the fences

Carving out my name

Hang a ten on the breezes

A little too deep to change

Well I will be here

I will be there

Stealing bases

Long before I realize I'm gone

Although I haven't left home plate

In so long

That I begin to see

Days when all that I'd need's

Still right here next to me

Loan wing lost in the garden

Red seams and sun on the dawn

The grass is looking greener

Growing wild without a care

What kind of jig bone dreamer's

Never been one to take a dare

I will be here

And I will be there

Taking a lead off

To run from every chance I could wrong

And still I haven't left home plate

In so long

That I begin to see

Days when all that I'd need's

Still right here next to me

Loan wing lost in the garden

Moon rings sand in my shoes

Songs I keep running back home to play