Blind Robin

I've been tracing my steps back to the season before last When your grandpa died and I barely knew you You were 37, I was 22, yeah But I was batting 1,000 I've been covering my bases, 4-3 against Cleveland I asked you what you were doing tonight We met at Blind Robin and had a Miller Lite I was still batting 1,000 I was in the nosebleeds Red line platform, field of dreams Swinging for the fences I kept my eyes on the ball but all my hits were misses You didn't kiss me Goodbye when we were leaving But my side always said Don't stop believing At the bar you said, "you know, I don't believe in ghosts But I left the TV on at home" We got so drunk, I couldn't believe it You knew if they'd won, he'd wanna see it I was in the nosebleeds Red line platform, field of dreams Swinging for the fences I kept my eyes on the ball but all my hits were misses You didn't kiss me Goodbye when we were leaving But my side always says Don't stop believing Don't stop believing