Home Run Hitter With You

Sunset bleachers

Scuffed-up shoes

You call the pitches

I call you my muse

Scoreboard flickers

We’re laughing in twos

Every little glance

Feels like big news

I’m a home run hitter with you

Swinging for the fences on a Tuesday afternoon

Roundin’ every base of this heart so true

Yeah, every little pitch that life throws

We turn it into something that grows

Baby, I’m a home run hitter with you (with you)

Coffee in the morning

Jazz on low

You’re in my hoodie

Dancing slow

Burnt toast, giggles

You steal my spoon

We’re out of rhythm

Still right in tune

I’m a home run hitter with you

Swinging for the fences on a Tuesday afternoon

Roundin’ every base of this heart so true

Yeah, every little pitch that life throws

We turn it into something that grows

Baby, I’m a home run hitter with you (oh with you)

Everybody’s rushing, chasing

Score they can’t explain

We just pass the popcorn, baby

Watching summer rain

Win or lose the game out there

We already came through

Every time I look at you

I’m touchin’ home, it’s true

I’m a home run hitter with you

Swinging for the fences on a Tuesday afternoon

Roundin’ every base of this heart so true

Yeah, every little pitch that life throws

We turn it into something that grows

Baby, I’m a home run hitter with you (hey)

I’m a home run hitter with you