The commentary is traveling for you 

with the color analyst who kept me looking through. 

with a cocktail drawl, i am a sinker 

and a pump fake mouth you were a reacher 



uh oh, uh oh, this trophy is for hire. 

and uh oh, uh oh, these nights are tired of trying. 



we're living on borrowed nights 

these lakes are not oceans, 

trees are not forests 

and you're renting wanderers to dance in tinted windows, 

use our feet for us