Watsky - Dent in the Moon lyrics

Swing, out of your shoes
And if you should lose this time
Keep on swinging and swinging and soon
When you connect with all of your strength
Look up and you might see a dent in the moon

Yeah, you see them craters?
That was ‘cause a kid said
There’d be none greater
In ten years Hammering Hank was at the plate
Launching balls into space saying
See ya later
Skinny as a toothpick but he got a knack
Watch him swing a broomstick at a bottlecap
Watch him rinse and repeat till
He’s on the map

Going from the cheap seats to the autographs
Papa put a bat in my hand and
All he said was never ever, ever
Ever rock a Dodger hat


And whether you win or you didn’t
You gotta be getting dirty
And we better send your
Jersey to the laundromat it was in the cards
I knew someday I’d be a big league star
Playing second base for the Giants wearing
Number 9 rocking knee-high socks
If I just worked hard

Swing, out of your shoes
And if you should lose this time
Keep on swinging and swinging and soon
When you connect with all of your strength
Look up and you might see a dent in the moon

We had our 6th grade baseball
Tryouts on the basketball courts
So a fastball had hops
We didn’t have a grass field and
So coach hit us grounders
Off the asphalt I dropped
A lot and so he hit ‘em faster
And I took ‘em off my ankles
Yelling that’s all you got?
And when I saw my name on
The roster I went insane
Like I was sniffing bath salts
I’m not here to play soft

I’ll go beastmode on a piñata and
Bite it's motherfucking face off
Until it rains candy out of it's neck-hole
I don’t go flexing my pecs, or get swole
I wasn’t the fastest
And when I moved it kinda looked like
I was running through molasses true
It’s silly to give a shit
About a game but earth
Is a little ball that’s spinning
On it's axis too

Swing, out of your shoes
And if you should lose this time
Keep on swinging and swinging and soon
When you connect with all of your strength
Look up and you might see a dent in the moon

I wasn’t cut out for the bigs
Guess I been a fool
And middle school was just a
Bit of cruel ridicule
But when you step into the ranks of the man
It’s like they push you from the
High dive to the kiddie pool (thanks)
It’s time to ballroom waltz that plank
We’re little minnows in a small shark tank
You try to swim without getting
Blood in the water

But, you’re all heart and guts
Like a ballpark frank never an all-star
I had to keep score
If I were perfect I would quit
And join the Peace Corps i’m not a hero
If I didn’t try my doubts eat at me
Like I’m a carcass on the sea floor
So say this shit is too corny
It tastes better to me than, ‘ooh poor me’
I’m just trying to sing a different tune
And then fit into a world that
Didn’t have room for me

Swing, out of your shoes
And if you should lose this time
Keep on swinging and swinging and soon
When you connect with all of your strength
Look up and you might see a dent in the moon
Swing, out of your shoes
And if you should lose this time
Keep on swinging and swinging and soon
When you connect with all of your strength
Look up and you might see a dent in the moon