If I could live my life again,
I'd hang on to the dream.
I'd sport the trophy wife and win
on a big league baseball team.

A limelight laden superstar.
"Garson!  Dom Perignon".
A find Italian hand-made car.
Aboard my yacht I'd own

all seven of the seven seas.
An eighth would be required.
I'd have sportswriters on their knees.
My number'd be retired.

The fans would all remember me.
"You;re the guy who made that plaly!
"Man, you singlehandedly
won game three that day."

For kids I'd sign an autograph
or give a ball away.
Wave back to the crowd and laugh.
But that's just not the way

things turned out for me and mine.
I threw it all away.
And now...
instead of playin' nine,
I'm doin' time today.