Aging Reliever

To the tune of "Daydream Believer" by the Monkees

Oh, I can't hide on the mound
Throw the rosin on the ground
I'm not brought in for mop-up for a change
Bases full, I got my sign
And the game is on the line
Facing a batter that is half my age

Clinging to a lead
But oh, what can it mean
To an aging reliever
In the home half seventeenth

I deny that I saw
Connie Mack and John McGraw
But I was a good starter in the eighties
But now I'm out of time
Reaching the end of the line
Facing athletic obscurity

Clinging to the dream
But oh, what can that mean
To an aging reliever
About to part the scene

ERA's 18
But oh, what can that mean
To an aging reliever
Still here at 43

On a last place team
But oh, what can that mean
To an aging reliever
In a watered down league