Helplessly Hoping the Phillies can win two games out of the next three to be played

Helplessly hoping
His at bat hovers nearby
Awaiting a chance
Gasping at glimpses of the crowd
A gentle true spirit
He runs, wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of 'you're out!

Wordlessly watching
He waits in the dugout
And wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to bad dreams
He worries
Did he hear a your out? Or maybe your safe?

They are one team
They are not alone
They are nine together
They are for-or each other

Stand by the stairs of the dugout
You'll see something
Certain to tell you things are getting better
The game is not over it's getting better
It's lost in a batter who lingers
Saying he is lost
And choking on his time at bat

They are one team
They are not alone
They are nine together
They are there for-or each other