It's a sign of the times
that as the playoff nears that we won't be stronger
It's a sign of the times
That against good pitching that we won't last longer
We've changed a lot somehow from the teams we used to know-oh-oh
For when the heat comes from younger arms we look so old and slow-ow-ow
It's a sign of the times
That comes October we may feel lonely
It's a sign of the times
That we'll have to tell our friends that we are not the best and only
I'll never understand the way Cashman treated me-ee-ee
With him at command I know now we couldn't be the way we used to be
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