The first time she saw him he stood at home plate
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He knocked that curve ball almost out of state
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The crowd went wild
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He kinda smiled
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And her heart melted away
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The last time she saw him was at the airport gate
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He'd write from college every other day
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Letters sent
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With good intent
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But the miles got in the way
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She tried to fall again
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And every now and then she got real close
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But it never worked out right
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And with every sad goodbye her mind goes to
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The boy back home
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And their favorite song
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And more shining stars than a girl could wish upon
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Where there were no dreams
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Out of reach
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She'd go anywhere to find the boy back home
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She drove last weekend to the old home town
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Their favorite soda shop had been torn down
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The drive-in's gone
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And her heart longs
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For a place that can't be found
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And in the hours spent
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In youthful innocence
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Safe in the arms of
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The boy back home
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And their favorite song
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And more shining stars than a girl could wish upon
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Where there were no dreams
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Out of reach
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She'd go anywhere to find the boy back home
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The Boy Back Home
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| Linda Davis |
