Lyrics

Swing - Anne E. DeChant © 2011

I’m like that boxer in the ring
My blood is on the mat
Eye’s swollen shut
Nobody thinks I’m getting up

All these cuts and bruises
Can make you feel like hell
Sometimes I think I’ll lay here
And wait on the bell

But then I hear a voice down deep inside of me
Telling me one more time get back on your feet

And life is standing there staring back at me
It might knock me down but falling is part of having dreams
And through all the ups and downs
The most important thing
Is that I clench my fist pull back my arm
And Swing

I’m like that batter at the plate
It’s the bottom of the ninth
Bases loaded up
And nobody thinks I got the stuff

This game of mostly missing
Can cut you to the core
Make you wonder
What you’re doing it for

Then I hear the laughter of a seven-year-old kid
And I recall when I played just for the joy of it

And life is standing there staring back at me
Reminding me that striking out is part of having dreams
And when it throws me a curve
The most important thing
Is that I stand up tall pull back my arms
And Swing

Life is standing there staring back at me
It might knock me down but falling is part of having dreams
And through all the ups and downs
The most important thing
Is that I clench my fist pull back my arm