Imaginary Baseball League - A Song No One Likes lyrics

The boy with the spotlight eyes Makes his way out to the field To peer across the bending earth He puts on his eyegla**es So he can see the liquid breeze As it fingers through the skyline's hair And he just about loses his mind In all this magnificence..., There's just one thing he still needs to find Will he find it? Who really ever finds it? The girl with oblivious joy Flutters 'round the leaves on the trees And lands upon the freshest bloom She takes out her kaleidoscope And points it toward the halogen sky And twirls away the colors of her freedom And she just about loses her mind In this neverending easel There's one color she still can't find Will she find it? Does anybody find it? You're the star of the picture You're the writer of this song You're the method to the madness Won't you call me home But you're a needle in a haystack You're water in the desert You're a body in the sea Where can you be? You're the star of the picture You're the writer of this song If there's a method to this madness Won't you call me home.