Sky High in the Six

[Verse 1]
’77
Brand-new bird on the cap
Powder blue dreams
On a cold first pitch in April
Rain on the tarp
But we sang through the chill
Empty rows
Cheap seats
Heartbeat on the hill
[Chorus]
Sky high in the Six
Raise that bat
Raise that fist
From the first long summer
To the dog days we missed
Sky high in the Six
Hear the roar
Feel the lift
Fifty years of flying
On a swing and a twist (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
’85 thunder
That right-field cannon arm
Line drives screaming
Crowds breaking from the farm
Then came ’92
Finally broke through the wall
Red clay on white pants
We were kings of the fall
[Chorus]
Sky high in the Six
Raise that bat
Raise that fist
From the first long summer
To the dog days we missed
Sky high in the Six
Hear the roar
Feel the lift
Fifty years of flying
On a swing and a twist
[Bridge]
’93 spin
One swing
Never comes back (never comes back)
Turn
Stare
Arms in the air
Crowd cracks
Names on the walls
That we still sing at night
Old heroes in the photos
New kids in the lights
[Verse 3]
New dome shining
Open roof
Summer breeze
Big bats launching
Past the tracks and the trees
From the ’15 rush
To the kids in royal blue
Half a century of hopeful
Every April feels brand new
[Chorus]
Sky high in the Six
Raise that bat
Raise that fist
From the first long summer
To the dog days we missed
Sky high in the Six
Hear the roar
Feel the lift
Fifty years of flying
And we’re still not finished yet (hey!)
Fifty years of flying
And we’re just getting lit

rock, Stadium-filling classic rock anthem, crunchy twin guitars and driving bass, mid-tempo groove that surges into a big shout-along chorus; male vocals with gang backups on hook, organ pads in verses, tom-heavy fills into a soaring, melodic bridge guitar solo, classic rock, world