Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Kline
Songwriter
Jeffrey Kline
Songwriter
Lyrics
Well I've been getting in my own head
So I guess I'll see you there
If I could really scrounge up
All the extra courage I could spare
Then I'd slip into the batter's box
As Sandy Koufax takes the mound
And I know he's throwing meters
But the way he stares me down, I'm singing
Comic convention says to never give up in the end
Don't surrender, you're only surrounded
These Cinderella stories really happen all the time
I know you know this all too well (well, well, well)
You gotta wind-suckin', lonely fucking snowball's chance in hell
Every time I hear you say my name I feel like Armstrong over the Moon
Just know I'm always there to be your buzz
And every time your eyes meet mine I swear
For just that second there it's enough to be the Michael Collins of falling in love
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
And maybe if I wait around enough I'll decide that I just don't care
How I'm not DIY enough cause I don't have bleached blonde hair
And maybe I'll pick up your phone call
Is it so wrong?
Your hand wrapped around mine on the sidewalk
I know it's a pretty tough sound
So maybe I should brace myself
Every time you say my name I feel like Armstrong over the Moon
Just know I'm always there to be your buzz
And every time your eyes meet mine I swear
For just that second there it's enough to be the Michael Collins of falling in love
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
But every time I hear you say my name I feel like Armstrong over the Moon
Just know I'm always there to be your buzz
And every time your eyes meet mine I swear
For just that second there it's enough to be the Michael Collins of falling in love
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Yeah we did it
Written by: Jeffrey Kline, Peter Kline