Ted's Last Game

Gramps kept score from the right field box The day Updike bid The Kid adieu One-and-one and one last swing Ran the bases and he was through You know what's said about Gods and letters they receive He never tipped his cap In the mid-September breeze I was ten when he let me in Pulled out out his scorecard magazine "Ted's Last Game" scrawled out in his own hand That perfect autograph underneath You know what's said about Gods and letters they receive I find my answers ride On the mid-September breeze The mid-September breeze The stars came out to Fenway the summer that I turned 19 Henry checked the tickets at the door For everyone but me it seemed Suddenly, The Kid was there, just looking to know the score He looked around And smiled at me Now they're both gone and that scorecard's mine A piece I get to keep with me Suddenly I'm ten years old All baseball cards and AM dreams You know what's said about Gods and letters they receive I found it takes some time On the mid-September breeze You know what's said about Gods and letters they receive I find my answers ride On the mid-September breeze The mid-September breeze