In the Zone Lyrics

Mickey Mantle baseball card
Clothespinned to the front spokes of my bike
Streakin from the yard
Is that me or the speed of light?
Nine year old in motion
Just acting out his notion
Feet upon the handlebars
Close my eyes, avoid the cars
Navigate by instinct alone
I'm in the zone

Just shooting playground hoops
Three homies calling me and Johnny G
They said we'll take this court from you
Unless you beat us two on three
But they were dealing with
Two kids who never missed
They watch us go behind our backs
In your face with talkin trash
Don't mess with two Pistol Pete clones
In the zone
Now when I cannot find the groove
The weight of every move is
Too much
I ask the kid inside me
To remind me
Don't sweat the small stuff
It's all small stuff

My first time up to bat

Shakin
The wind up
Here's the pitch
It's comin in so fast
I'm prayin that I don't get hit
But I smacked it where it mattered
Catcher screamin lucky batter
As it sailed to kiss the sun
On its way to kingdom come
Crowd yelled at me to run
I smiled but I did not budge
Cause hell, I was already home
In the zone
Who's that kid, sign him up
Who's that kid sign him up
Who's that kid sign him up
Last name Faherty
First name Kevin
He hits better than Michael McNevin