Ghosts in the Outfield

The lights go low when we hit that feel

Shadows move like they know the deal

Cleats on the dirt, hearts like steel

We came to wake what the night can't feel

Something behind us, something unseen

Hands on our shoulders, sharp and mean

Every old ghost in the seams knows this team's got teeth

We are the night

Back's in the dark, they remember our name

Voices rise like a thunder strike

Unseen fortress got our back tonight

We own the night, we own the glow

Swing for the fence and let it all go

When the count gets hard and the shadows fight

We own the night

We own the night

Picture on edge, the crowd held still

Bone cold wind on the warning hill

But the circle's ours and it always will

We bring the storm with a steady will

Hear that rumble under the bleachers

Old school power in the speakers

Every swing gets me a little sweeter

When the dark becomes a believer

We own the night, we own the flame

Bats in the dark, they remember our name

Voices rise like a sundial strike

Unseen forces got our backs tonight

We own the night, we own a glow

Swing for the fence and let it all go

When the count gets hard and the shadows fight

We own the night

We own the night

If the moon turns black, we don't back down

If the ghosts come close, they wear our crown

If the crack of the past shakes the ground

We were born for this, somewhere here now

We own the night, we own the flame

Backs in the dark, we remember our night

Voices writhe like a thunder strike

Unseen forces got our back tonight

We own the night, we own glow

Swing for the fence and let it all go

From first pitch to the final fight

We own the night

We own the night