“Appears to Be”

Run, run, run, go I'll show my gun.
I'll catch you taken extras, with no outs and no runs.
There's a fine line written, in the unwritten rules.
Brushin' someone back, will put your head on a spool.

Yea, takin' your lead. I'm waitin' your speed. Hesitatin' believe.
I'm gonna throw it on a line, tag your out, that's three.

I Frolicked the Forest, Dense Into the Woods.
I Found a Lost Trail, a Path Made by Routes.
The Pool Swirled the Ocean, Down By the Sea.
But Everything's No, No, No,
What It Appears to Be.

Slide, slide, slide, but don't leave your hide.
Out the base path, or you're ridin' the pine.
You're a hell of a talent, scouts honor the line.
But the sub at AAA, bus back to min(e)ors.

Makin' my swing. Pine tar the ring. Diggin' in look see.
I'm gonna hit it hard, and it's gone, we lead.

I Frolicked the Forest, Dense Into the Woods.
I Found a Lost Trail, a Path Made by Routes.
The Pool Swirled the Ocean, Down By the Sea.
But Everything's No, No, No,
What It Appears to Be.

Solo:

Hit, hit, hit, swing it's over your head.
Wide turning bases clearin', divin' in the dirt bed.
I'm taggin' for the lead, it's deep enough to go.
The play at home plate, it's safe, review the show.

Oh, lettin' it play. Veterans have paid. Diamonds all day.
I'm gonna walk it off, grand slam, that's game.

I Frolicked the Forest, Dense Into the Woods.
I Found a Lost Trail, a Path Made by Routes.
The Pool Swirled the Ocean, Down By the Sea.
But Everything's No, No, No,
What It Appears to Be.

Music and Lyrics, 2017: Peter J. Beauchemin