Not My Video Lyrics: I used to sit with my dad in the garage That sawdust that pine sol and the moss Around every spring when the winter thaw We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob 710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard couldn't have been older than 10 but to me and my friends the voice on the other end might as well have been God's 1995 the division series Edgars up to bat bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening, swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time my oh my the Mariners win it Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome We had just made history. *Dave Niehaus announcing* and swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit! Here comes Joey! Here comes Junior to third base! They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be.... Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!! I don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY! Laces woven barley holdin' that stitch the creases are time amongst the grime and the grit Where the leather he used to pound his fists To some its just a mitt, but see that glove was him Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread its grand salami time My oh My another victory yes, my city my city. Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, cant stop now Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field Make history in between the base path and compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that from the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer this is what you make of it yeah we play to win Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in, right until he waves us in It's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights My city my city childhood that's right Niehaus My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights its my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.