00:14Before the town had fully stirred, the field was washed in blue
00:23White chalk resting on the grass, old bleachers wet with dew
00:33Two old friends came through the gate, with steady steps and pride
00:43And morning laid its quiet gold, across the open side
00:53Where the morning games begin, we follow, past the baseline, past the pine
01:03Past the benches, past the backstop, past the mercy of old time
01:12In this very unusual town, every heart still finds its place
01:24And the day comes up so slowly, it can warm a weathered face
01:35One walked the track beside the fence, one stretched and took a throw
01:44One tied old laces, laughed a little, and let the cool wind blow
01:54The scoreboard waited still and small, the town stood calm below
02:04And one bright orange jacket hung, across the rail to glow
02:15Where the morning games begin, we follow, past the diamonds soft and white
02:24Past the shoes and easy laughter, past the friends still by our side
02:34In this very unusual town, every old dream seems to know
02:45There is room for one more inning, where the kind winds still blow
02:55At dusk the field turned wheat and amber, and the last throw crossed the sky
03:05A whistle faded near the gate, and evening wandered by
03:16The lights came on beyond the town, the gravel road shone clear
03:26And peace walked home with tired feet, at the close of one more year
03:37Where the morning games begin, we follow, home through twilight calm and near
03:47Past the fence and past the dugout, past the things that kept us here
03:56In this very unusual town, even old hearts still can know
04:06There is room for gentle wonder, where the morning games begin
04:22Soft as evening glow, soft as evening glow
04:27Soft as evening glow
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