Shortstop Lyrics - Sara Hickman

As I circle the picnic table 

Eyes watch me in my flowing dress 

The sky is an unnatural shade of green 

But its really just the light through the trees 

Red and white inviting cookie store in New York City 

I took a chocolate photograph 

A thirteen month old smiling child 

Mother ends our conversation 

Calls me a lunatic 

Dancing in the middle of a crazy diamond 

Im kicking dust into the stagnant air 

I am a shortstop between here and third 

But the traffic never slows 

Still I wave 

My sister tells a funny situation, she is happy in her thinking 

As the phone begins to ring, a big boom fills the room 

It is a man who wants my sister all to himself 

So I must break the news she is gay 

Laughing in the middle of a crazy diamond 

Shes kicking dust into the stagnant air 

She is a shortstop between here and third 

But the traffic will never slow 

Oh, she waves anyway 

Each day you make your bed all by yourself 

Tossing flowers, the names engraved with pencil marks 

A constant quirky conversation 

Oh, should you change your name 

To protect your innocence 

Spinning in the middle of your crazy diamond 

Im kicking dust into your stagnant air 

You are a shortstop between here and third 

But the traffic will never slow 

Still I wave 

As I circle the picnic table 

Yours eyes watch me in my flowing dress 

The sky is an unnatural shade of gray 

But its really just the light fading from your eyes 

Yes, its really just the light fading, fading 

Yes, its really just the light