I've been tracing my steps back to the season before last

When your grandpa died and I barely knew you

You were 37, I was 22, yeah

But I was batting 1,000

I've been covering my bases, 4-3 against Cleveland

I asked you what you were doing tonight

We met at Blind Robin and had a Miller Lite

I was still batting 1,000

I was in the nosebleeds

Red line platform, field of dreams

Swinging for the fences

I kept my eyes on the ball but all my hits were misses

You didn't kiss me

Goodbyе when we werе leaving

But my side always said

Don't stop believing

At the bar you said, "you know, I don't believe in ghosts

But I left the TV on at home"

We got so drunk, I couldn't believe it

You knew if they'd won, he'd wanna see it

I was in the nosebleeds

Red line platform, field of dreams

Swinging for the fences

I kept my eyes on the ball but all my hits were misses

You didn't kiss me

Goodbye when we were leaving

But my side always says

Don't stop believing

Don't stop believing