He chased pop flies through red-clay heat
‘til the dark called the game.
Folks swore that boy’d outshine
this county’s last big-time great.
Baseballs hung like shootin’ stars,
flung by a man who’d never wait.
Too restless to watch ’em fall to that glove
or come to one of his son’s games.

But that was outta sight
and now it’s outta mind.
Pedal down ain’t liftin’ on I-55
So long old Arkansas
Hello new next life
People have a cruel way
to compartmentalize
Outta sight and outta mind.

She chased a backseat baby holdin’ job ads,
with loose grip on their fate.
Folks said she’s driven to survive this game,
a world’s weight in her face.
Two new jobs taken, two dates came fast,
with a man who just swings at the plate.
Her ball player life savior hit the road
when he heard she’s two months too late.

But that was outta sight
and now it’s outta mind.
Pedal down ain’t liftin’ on I-55
So long old Arkansas
Hello new next life
People have a cruel way
to compartmentalize
Outta sight and outta mind.

Broken heart let-me-down lessons learned.
A sales pitch hid in boxes all burned.
Clean your plate's ashes, repeat,
and now here comes the curve. Watch it.

But that was outta sight
and now it’s outta mind.
Pedal down ain’t liftin’ on I-55
So long old Arkansas
Hello new next life
People have a cruel way
to compartmentalize
Outta sight and outta mind.
Oh, outta sight and outta mind.

Yeah, people have the cruelest way,
to somehow, compartmentalize.
We’re all outta sight and out of our ever-lovin’ last good minds.