He was traded in the summer, of his twenty fifth year,
Goin home to a team he'd never played for.
Left the Braves behind him, you might say he was born again.
You might say Bourn was making a whole lot more.
When he first came to Houston his health was far away,
On the DL and hangin by a song.
But the Stros were already out of it he really doesn't care
He was healing fast and it wouldn't last for long.
Now Schafer's gone drivin while he's high,
It's a felony, that was all too easy to spy.
The lights from the police cruiser are harsh, and there's no alibi;
Schafer's gettin high...
