Baseball heroes singing their own tune

Today, the Phillies are heroes.

Today, Rob Thomson could be elected mayor.

Today, John Middleton could be elected governor.

Today, Bryce Harper could be elected U.S. Senator. 

Except none of them would take the pay cut, and the fame cut.

As Tiger Woods said, ““Winning solves everything.”

Even before the team entered the playoffs, players had adopted “Dancing on My Own” as the team song, and you heard them singing it in the locker room.

You also heard fans singing it as they danced in the streets. 

As a public service, I am printing the lyrics.

To me — the girl singing is a loser. She’s just lost her boy friend and now’s turned into a stalker. But then . … the narrator seems to be male.

What?

Is it trans? Like poetry, songs don’t always make sense. They are often metaphors.

Maybe s/he’s an underdog, and that’s how the team sees itself, like the Super Bowl Eagles who fed off the notion that nobody liked them. 

Here are the lyrics. What do you think they mean?

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Somebody said you got a new friend

Does she love you better than I can?

And there’s a big black sky over my town

I know where you’re at, I bet she’s around

And yeah, I know it’s stupid

But I just gotta see it for myself

I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh

I’m right over here, why can’t you see me? Oh

And I’m giving it my all

I’m not the guy you’re taking home, ooh

I keep dancing on my own, ah

I just wanna dance all night

And I’m all messed up, I’m so out of line, yeah

Stilettos and broken bottles

I’m spinning around in circles

And I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh

And I’m right over here, why can’t you see me? Oh

And I’m giving it my all

But I’m not the guy you’re taking home, ooh

I keep dancing on my own

And oh, nah

So far away but still so near

The lights come on, the music dies

But you don’t see me standing here

I just came to say goodbye

I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh

And I’m giving it my all

But I’m not the guy you’re taking home, ooh

I keep dancing on my own

And oh, nah

Said, I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh no

And I’m right over here, why can’t you see me? Oh no

And I’m giving it my all

But I’m not the guy you’re taking home, ooh

I keep dancing on my own

So far away, but still so near

The lights come on, the music dies

But you don’t see me standing here.