Twelve O'Clock in All the World



There were three walls there
Also a net with seating
Number in lights, not my name
Just colors and odds for me

One of my arms is
Made out of flesh and cesta
Used to be thousands
But now I hear everybody breathe

Maybe I'll find a way
To hit the corner in the back and win today
150 mph
A Basque intent on basking in the game I play

Thinking of moving
Test the Miami granite
Maybe in Spain I will finally see
How my life can be

Old doubles partner
He's in Connecticut now
He's number seven