Night Game

<br>Words &amp; music by paul simon<br><br><br><br>There were two men down<br><br>And the score was tied<br><br>In the bottom of the eighth<br><br>When the pitcher died<br><br><br><br>And they laid his spikes<br><br>On the pitchers mound<br><br>And his uni-form was torn<br><br>And his number was left on the ground<br><br><br><br>Then the night turned cold<br><br>Colder than the moon<br><br>The stars were white as bones<br><br>The stadium was old<br><br>Older than the screams<br><br>Older than the teams<br><br>There were three men down<br><br>And the season lost<br><br>And the tarpaulin was rolled<br><br>Upon the winter frost