homerun... run home

1, 2, 3 strikes and i'm out...
i shall call it a night and withdraw into my dugout.
watch the waltzing dust as it halts and settles,
throw in all my hopes with the other filthy towels...

this stadium is empty, the crowd- at rest...
but to walk the line with you is far too great a test.
pitches swerved, bases saved,
threw my last ball for you and then i waved...

let the sun set, for today has been kind
i will fly away solo...
leave you and my murcielago behind.