Birdies in Michigan (While I’m in London)

Sunrise shining on the dashboard glass

Suitcases stacked, filling up fast

Grenner tunes up his playlist for the ride

Hookins laughs with the breeze at his side

Sweet Midwestern morning, swinging with style

Teeing off on memories, driving for miles

Every fairway you claim, every green you find

While I’m counting hours and wishing you were mine

You’re making birdies in Michigan, sinking putts under endless blue

Maybe an eagle if the golfing gods smile on you

I’ll be waving from rainy London, my heart on the line

Loving you boys and missing you all this time

Coffee cups and a well-worn scorecard

Laughter rings out as the round gets hard

You’ll paint stories on the 18th green

While I replay our jokes on a distant screen

Sun setting golden across that Michigan sand

I hope you know you’re my favorite band

Every fairway you claim, every green you find

While I’m counting hours and wishing you were mine

You’re making birdies in Michigan, sinking putts under endless blue

Maybe an eagle if the golfing gods smile on you

I’ll be waving from rainy London, my heart on the line

Loving you boys and missing you all this time

Send me a postcard from the clubhouse glow

Let me know when you break par, just so I know

Raise a glass on the 19th, cheers through the night

I’ll toast to you both by my city’s pale light

You’re making birdies in Michigan, sinking putts under endless blue

Maybe an eagle if the golfing gods smile on you

I’ll be waving from rainy London, my heart on the line

Loving you boys and missing you all this timeMay the greens be kind, the friendship never fray

Though I’m here in London, I’m with you every day