No One To Pitch the Ball

No one to pitch the ball on a dusky summer night. No one to fire up the grill on a sunny summer day. Spiraling down into poverty, mama can't get a job. Mama teaches me how to tie a tie. I know nothing about a car engine. Somewhere out there he's drinking and drugging, and not loving me. The only thing he gave me was an addictive personality, and that didn't turn out so well. So as I sit here on the porch, on a dusky summer night, I remember clearly,standing alone, in the grassy, overgrown yard, with no one to pitch the ball.