There she is Aloft in her long white dress Belonging with someone else I should have never left Get me out of it And into to the South Side hills Where I can be calm and still Something I never feel And your so-called friends They never understand They want you to chill out, man Something you never can And your only hope Is to make like you want a smoke Just fade into the eighteenth hole Don't even go back for your coat Soon it will be Sunday morning And you know your uncle will be early golfing Saying, "What have we here?" You're cracking his jokes Maybe he'll give you a beer And drive you home And you turn on your phone And there she is Coming through a late night text Wondering about her friend I should have never left