In the early grade school morning
Heard the paper hit the door and
I would pour a bowl of Lucky Charms
And devour The Sporting Green
Then when I was a young man
Cup of coffee in my hand
Forget about myself
Forget everybody else
I keep my eye on the sparrow
Keep my focus pretty narrow
I listen to the music and read books about its makers
I read books about baseball, the swingers and the takers
But what I love even more is poring over box scores
For half an hour every day
Let the box scores, let the box scores, have their way
’Cause it’s like meditation
Forget about your problems
Take an mind vacation
In the numbers and the columns
Stats and players may fade away
Too many for this one brain
But every summer every day
The box scores keep me sane
I keep my eye on the sparrow
Keep my focus pretty narrow
I listen to the music and read books about its makers
I read books about baseball, the swingers and the takers
But what I love even more is poring over box scores
For half an hour every day
I let the box scores, let the box scores, have their way
I don’t need a website recap
No highlights on ESPN
Baseball tonight is outtasight
But the box score is my best friend
’Cause I can play the whole game through
Yeah, I can watch it in my mind
The box score tells the whole truth
That’s the way it was designed
And when the last newspaper goes
We’ll just read ’em on our phones
It’ll never be quite the same
But the box score will remain
I keep my eye on the sparrow
Keep my focus pretty narrow
I listen to the music and read books about its makers
I read books about baseball the swingers and the takers
But what I love even more is poring over box scores
For half an hour every day
Let the box scores, let the box scores,
Let the box scores, let the box scores, have their way