Once there was a ball park where now stands high rise apartments
Yet the ghost of babe ruth still haunts this place
A sighting of a ball player
A ghost of lingering summers past
A bat boy running out to catch a foul ball
Umpire getting the treatment by the home fans
This place will forever be haunted
With dreams past
No need to have ball parks
Anymore so they say
Because progress
Must take place
Here in the big city
Why not let the kids
Have a field of dreams again?
