Tommy’s ten years old and standing on his seat
He’s got his cap turned backwards and mustard on his cheek
He knows someday he’ll make the play that wins the game
So he dreams out loud that the roaring crowd
Is calling out his name

He can’t wait on fate, he’s gotta take his cuts
He ain’t gonna be some wanna-be when he grows up
He’s got the dream, he’s got the drive and he’s got the guts
He’s born to be in the big leagues he won’t give up

Mary’s tending bar down at The Wine & Dine
Just a small town singer who sees her life in headlines
She’s pouring drinks for folks whose dreams have long since died
So she makes a toast to all their ghosts
And leaves the dead behind

She can’t wait on fate, she’s gonna take her cuts
She ain’t gonna be some wanna-be when she grows up
She’s got the dream, she’s got the drive and she’s got the guts
She’s born to be in the big leagues she won’t give up

It makes no difference if you’re six or sixty-five
‘Cause dreaming keeps the kid alive

You can’t wait on fate, you gotta take your cuts
You ain’t gonna be some wanna-be when you grow up
You got the dream, you got the drive, and you got the guts
Your born to be in the big leagues, so don’t give up