Opens with Rod loitering lazily in the outfield at a school cricket match, dropping a catch and making the usual excuse that “the sun was in my eyes”. This seemed a good summation of three lives spent not quite “on the ball” – particularly with romance and work. Visionaries looking for the wider picture – or just idiots not paying attention? A leisurely feel pervades until the slightly tense last verse. We each sing a stanza – Rod in the outfield, Paul missing the romance on the beach, and Stafford daydreaming at work.
A sunny day in the outfield, and he barely hears the call / With his gaze on something distant, he moves too late to catch the ball
His head full of daydreams, his hopes on the rise / His hands to the heavens, stands the boy with the sun in his eyes
On the dunes by the ocean, waits the warmth of the girl / But her smile escapes his notice - he sails by in his own world
His face to the sea-spray, his heart in the skies / His gaze on the horizon, drifts the boy with the sun in his eyes
Another day in the Real World, of action plans and power plays / Still he squints beyond the skyline - to wider worlds and better ways
His head full of stardust, his heart in disguise / His mind on forever, lives the boy with the sun in his eyes