PLAYING CATCH

the call

People play catch with their fathers
In the springtime under the sun
They’re playing with their sons and daughters
Tossing baseballs and having fun
Some dads never bother
They’re making speeches, clutching pearls
People play catch with their fathers
In the backyards of the world
People cry out for their mothers
On the other side of town
Praying for their sisters and brothers
Wearing rings and wedding gowns
Some moms want another
Day to waste just painting murals
People cry out for their mothers
From the bad parts of the world
They grow, they grow
Boy do they grow
As the wind blows
Across your face
Kids out back with his father
Eating cheese of hot dog buns
He's playing in the sprinkler water
Riding skateboards, shooting guns
Some kids never bothered
Hunting birds and chasing squirrels
Kids out back with his father
In the backyards of the world
They grow, they grow,
Boy do they grow
As the wind blows
Across my face
They grow, they grow,
Boy do they grow
As the wind blows
Across my face
Oh Mama