Gladiola The Golfer lyrics

Immaculate fairway
The golfer plants a tee with his thumb
Socks all wet
Three-wood like a scepter in his hand
Falling in with a partner he just met
Share a fifth, make a friendly bet
Telling jokes you have to whisper everywhere else
And the world is right
When those second shots find the green
Golfer's life is but a dream

The partner is a talker and the golfer doesn't mind
Says he fixes college hoop games, quit his job at 39
He's got a pocket full of pills he got from a doctor friend
And he'd love to bang that girl selling snacks at the bend
The golfer's head is pounding so he jettisons his hat
And the sun is sticking needles and the foam is going flat

The cart takes the bumps like the wheels are made of bricks
He's not even keeping score now half his shots are in the sticks
Off in the woods to search for a ball
His spikes slip on a rock and he takes a fall
The last thing he sees, the branches of trees
That turn into veins under eyelid screens

Waking up with his fingers on his face
The smell of glove leather, dope smoke, and forest decay
It was night and his eyes were dying
A mile back to his truck, confused and crying
And then on the road, a voice on the classic rock radio
Tells him he's on the night shift with Marco
The night rocker