The first thing I remember is the game that I love
A man on a diamond with a golden glove
Daddy with me in the cheap seats above
Saying, boy, keep your eye on the ball
The crack of the bat, the stadium's roaring
We were up on our feet for the tie-breaking score
I said, Daddy, I know what you brought me here for
He said, good, I hoped you'd hear the call
Life's a fastball, belt high
Coming right down the middle
Don't stand there
Don't stand there
Let it go by, swing hard and aim for the stands
My field of dreams was covered in stone
An old gravel parking lot next to my home
Dead on the mound until the daylight was gone
Saying, boy, keep your eye on the bone
Cause it's hay batter, hay batter, swing batter, swing
The world is an infield, always chattering
If you don't concentrate, they'll spoil your timing
And you'll walk away, cussing them all
Life's a fastball, bell's high
Coming right down the middle
Don't stand there
And let it go by
Swing hard and aim for the stands
And thank God for your fans
Thank God for your fans
Thank God for your fans
Thank God for your fans
Dad threw a party when I got the call
All the years on the farm team finally paid off
Now I'm in the big leagues, aiming for the fall
Every summer's a long playoff run
As I walk to the plate, I look in the stands
I see myself and I see my old man
I hear my family and all of my friends
Cheering, boy, keep your eye on the ball
It's a fastball, belt high
Coming right down the middle
I'm gonna mail one to the grandstands
Good glory, this one's for the fans
For the fans
Thank God for the fans
Thank God for the fans
And my old man
My old man