When the Stakes Were High

Keith Landry

Standing in the sunlight
Trying to shade my eyes
A lonely child’s spotlight
When you’ve got two strikes

A little piece of you dies
When a third sails by

Dancing in the moonlight
The fire in her eyes
If I play this just right
Maybe she’d be mine

A little piece of you dies
When she walks on by

Staring down my November
As the years roll by
I can almost remember
When the stakes were high