Baby Boy – Rare Americans

It’s a whole new ball game
It’s a brand-new fucking day

I’m getting back on the grind, it’s gonna take some time
Refocus myself, I gotta treat my mind
Visions are stalking me, dreams are flock to me
Twenty-eight, not close to where I gotta be
Brand-new tunes killed the summertime blues
No retail therapy, or pills or booze
I’m not on that vibe anymore, but it took some time
Hated waking or feeling cloudy and hitting rewind
Not knowing what I find, no mulligans in this life
I was living for the party and I was blind

Shriveled, I was shrunk
I was mentally drunk
I was cold, I was down
I was eating myself

I feel hungry now, like a baby boy
I’m awake, I’m awake, I’m awake, I’m awake
And it’s a whole new ball game

It’s a whole new ball game (it’s a brand-new day)
It’s a brand-new fucking day

It’s not the news
I was looking for, before change
I wasn’t hanging
I was honest with myself, and one-stead of my usual haranguing
You’ll be banging on my door no more
I’m bored, man, of being bored
How many more can I afford?
Torment dreams shelved and stored

I feel hungry now, like a baby boy
I’m awake, I’m awake, I’m awake, I’m awake
And It’s a whole new ball game

It’s a whole new ball game (it’s a brand-new day)
It’s a brand new fucking day
Shriveled, I was shrunk
I was mentally drunk
I was cold, I was down
I was eating myself
I feel hungry now, like a baby boy
I’m awake, I’m awake, I’m awake, I’m awake

It’s a brand-new day, it’s a brand-new day
It’s a brand-new day, it’s a brand-new day