VERSE 1 Runnin’ circles in a diaper, ’round bases in the grass, Plastic tee standin’ crooked, but hittin’ the ball fast. A wiffle down the middle, lighting up the yard with spark— Yeah, that backyard dirt was where a lifetime found its start. PRE‑CHORUS 1 Those little moments in the sunshine turn bigger than they seem, Before long, stepping forward into pieces of a dream… CHORUS From the boy to the man, With a baseball in hand, Guess it all was part of God’s perfect plan. From plastic tee dreams to the D1 scene, Growing up chasing that white‑stitched life. Yeah, the backyard dirt to the stadium beams— That’s a life built on plastic tee dreams. VERSE 2 From t‑ball in the rain to coach pitch in the sun, Machine pitch, minors, majors—every season on the run. Travel ball in summer, high school under hometown lights, A freshman letter, no‑hitter—building up a future bright. PRE‑CHORUS 2 Those long nights on the field start shaping something deep inside, Before long, stepping forward into life beyond the team… CHORUS From the boy to the man, With a baseball in hand, Guess it all was part of God’s perfect plan. From plastic tee dreams to the D1 scene, Growing up chasing that white‑stitched life. Yeah, the backyard dirt to the stadium beams— That’s a life built on plastic tee dreams. VERSE 3 Five years on the college fields, a lefty finding stride, Long bus rides and summer leagues, the game became a guide. From starting on the mound to relief when they were pressed, Always giving nothing but his best. But every pitch thrown under pressure built the man he came to be. BRIDGE Nearly twenty years of summers, chalk lines and worn‑out seams, Funny how the smallest starts turn into bigger things. From backyard swings to ballpark scenes, it’s clearer now indeed— Every step was leading where a life was meant to lead. FINAL CHORUS From the boy to the man, With a baseball in hand, Guess it all was part of God’s perfect plan. From plastic tee dreams to the D1 scene, Growing up chasing that white‑stitched life. Yeah, the backyard dirt to the stadium beams— That’s a life built on plastic tee dreams.