May The Road Rise Up To Meet You
May the road rise up to meet you — but good
May the wind be always at your back– no matter how much the world is spinning
May the sun shine warm upon your face — which is bleeding a bit
And the rains fall soft upon your fields — where you’re out, standing
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand — until he scores and spikes you once more.