A long winter, a late summer
With nothing to do
You should've seen me, you should've seen her
You should've seen us two
The first sighting of real lightning
On the horizon line
We moved close, we moved closer
‘Til it was closing time
It started raining, it started pouring
She said “Let's have us some fun”
Sometimes we roll, sometimes we run
To our place in the sun
In the dark, in the darkness
She could read my lips
She had my heart, I felt heartless
With my hands on her hips
I got cold, I got colder
I couldn't tell anyone
Sometimes we roll, sometimes we run
From our place in the sun
The ninth inning, record spinning
I'm 33 and a third
Sidetracking, we kept skipping
Into places unheard
We tied our laces, we stole the bases
We got some air in our lungs
Singing, “Sometimes we roll, sometimes we run
To our place in the sun”