and again. But you saw to my center, past every imposter. And you whispered My True Name. And if you see me standing on the banks of Lake Griffy. Throwing white bits of paper to the wind. I'm just
hard). And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype. But that's like picking up a ball playin' with Mike. Swingin' at Ken Griffy or challenging Roy to a fight. Snappin' your ameteur
