Golfday

(Instrumental) (Verse 1) Driver poised, fairway mowed, iron gleam Putter lined up, birdie dream Rough lurks near, sandtrap waits Chip it close, avoid the fates (Chorus) Bogey, eagle, par for the course Slice it long, wedge for remorse Hook it left, find the trees Mulligan wish, on the breeze (Verse 2) Lob it high, putt it true Read the green, what will it do? Backspin bites, downhill deceives Three- putt blues, nobody grieves (Chorus) Bogey, eagle, par for the course Slice it long, wedge for remorse Hook it left, find the trees Mulligan wish, on the breeze [Verse 3] Sun dips low, shadows grow long Eighteenth hole, where do I belong? Scorecard whispers, pressure tight One last swing, under the fading light [Bridge] Forget the score, let worries unwind Leave the city's chaos far behind Iron birds replaced by chirping wings Just the rhythm of the swing, the sweet ball sings [Chorus] Bogey, eagle, par for the course Slice it long, wedge for remorse Hook it left, find the trees Mulligan wish, on the breeze [Outro]