The World Of Professional Golf 1994

I wasn't sleeping well for a few weeks there in 1994
I drank a lot of awful coffee
And watched an awful lot of sport
I was wondering if the coming months
Might bring you back to me
From half a world away
Pedicle and the summer I'd never see

I all but came apart under the pressure
Harboring hope and doubt in almost equal measure

So when the ringing rent the silence
Of the all too empty house
I took a moment to remember
I was curled up on the couch
Instead of striding down the fairway
As the crowd fare welled the King

The shadows long and lengthening
I really loved the reason I remember
As you called to say, you'd see me come September
... You'd see me come September