Time stays ticking We keep moving It looks empty It seems abandonded Once passed the core Theres a whole new world Waiting for us to take it This is our last one Lets not drain it
Flying through the air Trying to watch its every move Being lost from time to time Knowing it will always be found Making a screeching hault I find the divit on the green Following the trail of dew I come to the end Bending over to place the penny down I pick up the ball It is a Titleist