So It Was - Diving Board

Up on the diving board, don't look down
Deep breath
A wave of big ol' smiles sweeps the crowd
Hold fast
We all believe when you go
Swirl up over around until
Fingertips touching again
Before you take a swing, call for time
Deep breath
Step on up to the plate, bottom nine
Hold fast
We all believe when you go
Swirl up over around until
Fingertips touching
The Wind has sent you all matter of
Over and over it comes
Again 'round the mountain 2061.
The ol' Ohio will rise above
Over and over it floods
Still bet your last dollar on
Nest-building mourning doves

Written by:
Daniel Lobb

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