Ode To Kirk Gibson
To the tune of "Desperado" by the
Eagles
DESPERATION
Desperation, why don’t you come to your senses?
You’ve been swingin’ for fences for so long now
Can’t hit a fast one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Are hurting somehow
Don’t you change your lineup every day
It beats you, not enable
A year of spring training is not your best bet
Now it seems to me bad rosters
Have been laid upon your table
A winning year is something you can’t get
Desperation, oh, you ain’t getting’ no better
Your pain and frustration, you’re mumbling much more
And winning, no winning, just a lot of hoping
Just a matter of time ‘til you’re out the door
Did your hopes rise in the winter time?
Now under the roof the sun don’t shine
It’s hard to tell the good days from the bad
You’re losin’ ‘most every day
Ain’t it sad how the good times go away
Desperation, why don’t you come to your senses
Stop swingin’ for fences, go for line drives
It may be gloomy, but results will be better
You better decide on a plan if you’re gonna survive