Lucksmiths
The World Of Professional Golf 1994
I wasn't sleeping well for a few weeks there in 1994I drank a lot of awful coffeeAnd watched an awful lot of sportI was wondering if the coming monthsMight bring you back to meFrom half a world awayPedicle and the summer I'd never seeI all but came apart under the pressureHarboring hope and doubt in almost equal measureSo when the ringing rent the silenceOf the all too empty houseI took a moment to rememberI was curled up on the couchInstead of striding down the fairwayAs the crowd fare welled the KingThe shadows long and lengtheningI really loved the reason I rememberAs you called to say, you'd see me come September... You'd see me come September
From Letras Mania