It's 1965, me and my dad Mac 50 miles to Candlestick in our green VW van A Giants-Dodgers pennant race Mays and Koufax face to face Sometimes I dream of Willie Mays And tell him I was there Sometimes I dream of Willie Mays And the sun comes out, and the fog lifts, and he's there Now it's 1973, right across the bay Playing right field for the Mets, a ball goes through his legs I cheer the A's to victory But that was something I never wanted to see Sometimes I dream of Willie Mays And tell him I was there Sometimes I dream of Willie Mays And the wind dies down, and the sun comes out, and the fog lifts, and he's there In 1954, I was born into this dream The kind that's always black and white, like an old newsreel I've seen A mile away in the Polo Grounds He pulls it in and spins himself around Sometimes I dream of Willie Mays And tell him I was there Sometimes I dream of Willie Mays And the wind dies down, and the sun comes out, and the scoreboard works, and the fog lifts, and he's there And I'm there