Из альбома: Stranger To This Land
First thing in the morning
He's staring at the ceiling
He notices the longing
And then remembers something good
He remembers that there's coffee
And they were winning one to nothing
On his way he'll get a copy
Of the Herald for the scores
At the diner he always sits at the counter
Just like one of the regulars
So he don't seem so alone
Well they lost in eleven innings
And now they're talking about trading
Still he won't bet on them winning
He won't be taken in again
And when the waitress comes his way
They talk a little more everyday
In his head he starts the play-by-play
As if he knows how it will end
He's a sports fan, a sucker for the home team
When you win it's for the whole team
When you lose you're just one man
This used to be his favorite season
Till she left without a reason
Now he thinks he learned his lesson
Until the night time comes
And when the stars are hanging low
He'll turn on the AM Radio
He can get as far as Chicago
But the Cubs are really no escape
He's a sports fan, a sucker for the home team
When you win it's for the whole team
When you lose you're just one man
And from the beginning
Every one taught him that winning
Really wasn't everything
But no one told him why
Now he's a sports fan
He's a reluctant believer
Sometimes you go with the reliever
Sometimes you sacrifice a fly
He's a sports fan, a sucker for the home team
When you win it's for the whole team
When you lose you're just one man
You take it like a man