I never cared much for baseball, anyway But by the time that it crossed my mind I guess it was too late 'Cause I'd already made a commitment To the team Now I try to stay away from those Perhaps something's wrong with me Christopher punched me in the chest When I was thirteen I went home and cried 'Cause I didn't know why But he was probably hurting more than me I was afraid my heart might stop In my sleep But it was all in my head Sometimes my imagination Gets the best of me So throw me a pop fly While I'm chasing butterflies in centerfield America's pastime So much can change in twenty years Ooh When I was sixteen, I fell in love with a girl And one day she invited me To come to her youth group after school And when I arrived I was taken by surprise When she fell to her knees People were speaking in tongues At the top of their lungs And I just wanted to leave So take me back in time Where I'm chasing butterflies in centerfield America's pastime That's what I'll say in twenty years Ooh Ooh, throw me a pop fly While I'm chasing butterflies in centerfield America's pastime Haven't felt this alive in years Ooh I never cared much for baseball, anyway But by the time that it crossed my mind I guess it was too late