Steal Home (Letter To Curt Flood)

Steal Home (Letter to Curt Flood)
(Lyrics By Nathan S. Bell, Music by Craig Bickhardt)

You’re a man alone in centerfield
Who won’t bite his tongue or take a deal
And only says what everybody knows
You take your seat in a crowded hall
Where justice isn’t blind at all
And wait for them to tell you when to go

And all you want to do is steal home
All you want to do is steal home
Steal home

You’re a man alone against the waves
To the coast of Spain and then one day
To a place where the doors are never closed
To run again in summer’s heat
Grass and dirt and flashing feet
Where no one ever really holds you close

And all you want to do is steal home
All you want to do is steal home
Steal home

Your name was on the only pair of cleats I ever wore
And I was fast like you
The lessons that you learned were hard
And the lessons that I learned were hard too

I’m a man alone in suit and tie
With always one more mile to drive
I wasn’t brave like you, I suppose
I travel every day by day
To places where I’ll never stay
With a heart that’s a poor match for my clothes

And all I want to do is steal home
All I want to do is steal home
Steal home