So you've got this boy, he's an outcast
No friends to toy with, lets put him in a new town, in a new place
Picture a glove in his hand and an over sized hat,
But he's hoping and wishing, waiting for something
But he'll never give up

Your home,
Your home, don't waste this opportunity
Your home,
Your home, for possibilities
Don't waste this time or your piece of mind will suffer
Your home, your home

It's 8:15 on a Saturday evening,
And the carnivals in town for one night only
I've got the finest big chief that'll rot your teeth,
So take it easy,
And then we'll run back to the diamond,
Lay on our backs and watch the sky scream

Your home,
Your home, don't waste this opportunity
Your home,
Your home, for possibilities
Don't waste this time or your piece of mind will suffer
Your home, your home

Yeah yeah screams,
Yeah yeah we're crazy
And squints dreams of kissing Wendy
Yeah yeah screams,
Yeah yeah we're crazy

Your home,
Your home, don't waste this opportunity
Your home,
Your home, for possibilities
Don't waste this time or your piece of mind will suffer
Your home, your home

It's 8:15 on a Saturday evening,
And the carnivals in town for one night only


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The Sandlot song meanings
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