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
Sayin' boy keep your eye on the ball
The crack of the bat, the stadium's roar
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"
Chorus: Life's a fastball
Belt high coming right down the middle
Don't stand there and let it go by
Swing hard and aim for the stands
My field of dreams was covered in stone
An old gravel parkin' lot next to our home
Dad on the mound until the daylight was gone
Sayin' "Boy keep your eye on the ball"
Cause it's "Hey batter, hey 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
Chorus: Life's a fastball
Belt high coming right down the middle
Don't stand there and let it go by
Swing hard and aim for the stands
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"
Chorus: It's a fastball
Belt high coming right down the middle
I'm gonna nail one into 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