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Left-Center Gap - Lyic Video - Demo Cut

What if the rhythm of a baseball game could unlock the untold stories of a father's wartime past? My dad, Vietnam, and a silence that’s resonated for decades – until now? This isn't just about a game; it's about confronting unarticulated history, understanding how profound experiences shape identity, and finding connection through the universal language of shared passion. Discover how baseball becomes the key to bridging a generation. Lyrics written by Erik Barron, Vocals/Production by Michael Shears - Copyright 2026, All rights reserved. ____ “Left‑Center Gap” I was three years old, but I still remember That look in his eyes, sharp but gentle Jungles of Vietnam lived behind his silence He carried the weight, never asked forgiveness Came back to a country that didn’t clap No parade, no thanks, just a slap So he learned peace the hard way Learned strength doesn’t need a thing to say He never told the stories out loud But I felt every one somehow He said, Son, you can’t call every pitch But you can stand tall and swing like you mean it Life throws heat, curves you don’t see But you keep your feet, trust what’ll be From the crack of the bat to the sound of guitars He taught me who I already was Yeah, I learned how to live, learned who I am From Vietnam, baseball, music — and my old man We didn’t agree on everything in life But baseball always made it right Dusty fields, long summer nights Backyard dreams under broken lights On that field, I felt ten feet tall Like nothing in this world could make me fall He never doubted when I stepped up Just crossed his arms and said, That’s my son Pre‑Chorus Win or lose, he stood the same Second chances were part of the game He said, Son, you can’t call every pitch But you can step in strong and swing through it You learn patience when you strike out Learn resilience when you walk it out From the crack of the bat to the sound of guitars He taught me who I already was Yeah, I learned how to live, learned who I am From Vietnam, baseball, music — and my old man Saturday mornings, vinyl spinning slow CCR, Zeppelin, that old radio Beatles harmonies filled the house Simon and Garfunkel, no rush, no doubt He said every song’s got somethin’ to say Every melody shows you the way Even when the world feels outta tune There’s a rhythm if you just listen to it Strength ain’t loud, love don’t beg It shows up steady and unafraid The greatest wins ain’t medals or scars It’s the lives you change, it’s who you are He said, Son, you can’t call every pitch But you can swing with heart and conviction Life gives losses, but grace too And a chance to start again — that’s true From war‑torn nights to a six‑string song To right‑field bleachers where love lives on Yeah, I learned how to live, learned who I am From Vietnam, baseball, music — and my old man Hey Pops… Double to the left‑center gap, one out I’m standin’ on second, lookin’ home You know me — I’m gonna score Save me a seat in the cheap ones, right field side Best view in the house I’ll see you when I arrive Love you, Dad… rest easy Little E — signin’ off, for now