Heat Of the Win

Heat of the Win

I remember Bill Buckner put tears in my father’s eyes
I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I ever saw him cry
He had a hundred bucks on the game
The win was sixty years in the wait
And poor Bill went from hero to villain in a moment’s time

Dad and his buddies popped the cork before the game was done
And when the ball rolled through Bill’s legs everybody in the place was stunned
The chamagne bottle shined
Underneath the Bud neon sign
And they themselves blind into the night after The Mets had won

So Close, So Close
So Close you can feel the heat of the win
But then you’re right back out in the cold again

Dad’s had a job that he hates for thirty years
And one day he’s gonna tell em’ all where they can go he swears
But opportunity came for him and his own fears did him in
And his chances blew away in the wind and disappeared

So Close, So Close
So Close you can feel the heat of the win
But then you’re right back out in the cold again

One number off, One horse behind
Overall life hasn’t been so unkind
But when you’re young and full of fight
You look ahead and see your name in lights
And in the end you’re just happy for a warm place to sleep at night

Twenty years later and the Sox finally broke the curse
One opening day Bill Buckner came and pitched the first
The crowd stood and cheered from gate to gate
Not a dry eye in the place
Cause not a soul on this earth ain’t had a ball roll through their legs

So Close, So Close
So Close you can feel the heat of the win
But then you’re right back out in the cold again