tinkers - Carmine
Carmine, brother do you read meI've lost your number
So I write you from a wire's length away
She puts you up in the mirror
Still wears your jersey
Digging you a dugout
Lining up the things you wouldn't say
Carmine, caught up in the white lines
Of field and freeway
You struck out just as we all
Swore you cracked a sound
But brother, it never was your number
That made you worthy
But the red clay dirty
On your jersey from the ground
I'll be your only star
Scale the fence into my yard
I'll run the numbers just to show that
If you build it, they will come
I've got a history
On printed cards, in magazines
Of records set with bases loaded
If you build it they will come
I'll be your only star
Scale the fence into my yard
Cracking up your family portraits
If you build it they will come
Written by:
Logan Rifenberg
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