My Oh My

I used to sit with my dad in the garage
 That sawdust that pine sol and the moss
 Around every spring, when the winter thaw
 We'd huddle around the radio, twist the broken knob
 7:10 a.m., no KJR
 Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard
 Couldn't have been older than ten
 But to me and my friends, the voice on the other end might as well have been God's
 1995, the division series
 Edgar's up to bat, bottom of the 11th inning, got the whole town listening
 Swung on and belted, the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third
 Here comes Griffey, the throw to the plate's not in time
 My oh my, the Mariners win it
 Yes, fire works they lit up that ceiling in the king dome
 We had just made history
 And swung, lined down the left field line for a base hit!
 Here comes Joey! Here comes Junior to third base!
 They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be late!
 The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!
 I don't believe it! It just continues! My oh my!
 Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch
 The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit
 Where the leather he used to pound his fists
 To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him
 Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim
 Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit
 Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms
 Big league chew, yeah
 We were like the sand lot after dinner
 After practice, we listen to the M's in the kitchen
 And if mom wasn't trippin'
 Come on dad, please, I swear just one more inning
 Voice went pump, pump through the system
 Break out the Rye bread, it's grand salami time
 My oh my, another victory yes, my city, my city
 Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights
 Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, can't stop now
 Keep moving, no break pads
 Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field
 Make history in between the base path
 And compete against the fear that is in me
 That's my only barrier and I swear that I'ma break that
 From the mud the cleats that we drug through the feet
 This is that moment, and you cannot take it back, eh
 I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old cardboard
 Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us
 Livin' somewhere off in the drawer
 This is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win
 Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium
 Fight until the day that God decided to wave us in
 Right, until he waves us in
 It's my city, my city childhood my life that's right, right, under those lights
 My city, my city childhood that's right, Niehaus, my oh my, come on
 My city, my city childhood my life that's right under those lights
 It's my city, my city childhood my life, Niehaus, my oh my
 Rest in peace