The Waterboy Returns - Modern Baseball

Hey you, that’s no way out

You can’t find help in a bottle or a cut

They’ll choose the wrong way to remember you

They’ll find the wrong words to say…

Hey man, whatcha thinking about?

Not to be blunt, but haven’t heard from you in days

Are you okay?

You can talk to me

Do you have anything to say?

It’s fun to be all talk, but I won’t be here forever

Rough time to be a lost soul, I’m sure, but we feel the same

Death won’t bring friends and flowers to your grave

You don’t know how to behave, when we’re so far

Hey man, whatcha up to now?

That’s so typical Bren, all you sing about is girls

Take a stand, man

You can find a voice that’s not haunted by old flings

Hey kid, think you got a sec?

I can call you, I just wanted to check in

It’s been a lifetime since we spoke last

I have a thousand things to say…

It’s fun to be all talk, but I won’t be here forever

Rough time to be a lost soul, I’m sure, but we feel the same

Death won’t bring friends and flowers to your grave

You don’t know how to behave, when we’re so far

Let’s go, we can’t lose another day

In your old room, caught you wasting away

On accolades for songs you wrote, paralyzed by change

But scared to death that you might stay the same…

Hey man, whatcha thinking about?

Not to be blunt, but haven’t heard from you in days

Are you okay?

You can talk to me

Do you have anything to say?

It’s fun to be all talk, but I won’t be here forever

Rough time to be a lost soul, I’m sure, but we feel the same

Death won’t bring friends and flowers to your grave

You don’t know how to behave, when we’re so far