text: Saturday summers, when I was a kid
  Wed run to the schoolyard and heres what we did
  Wed pick out the captains and wed choose up the teams
  It was always a measure of my self esteem
  Cuz the fastest, the strongest, played shortstop and first
  The last ones they picked were the worst
  I never needed to ask, it was sealed
  I just took up my place in right field
  Playing...
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  Right field, its easy, you know
  You can be awkward and you can be slow
  Thats why Im here in right field
  Just watching the dandelions grow
  Playing right field can be lonely and dull
  Little Leagues never have lefties that pull
  Id dream of the day theyd hit one my way
  They never did, but still I would pray
  That Id make a fantastic catch on the run
  And not lose the ball in the sun
  And then Id awake from this long reverie
  And pray that the ball never came out to me
  Here in...
  Off in the distance, the games dragging on
  Theres strikes on the batter, some runners are on
  I dont know the inning, Ive forgotten the score
  The whole team is yelling and I dont know what for
  Then suddenly everyones looking at me
  My mind has been wandering; what could it be?
  They point at the sky and I look up above
  And a baseball falls into my glove!
  Here in right field, its important you know
  You gotta know how to catch, you gotta know how to throw
  Thats why Im here in right field, just watching the dandelions grow!