[Verse 1] White walls Fading lights Brent leans in Says, "You’ll be alright" Mask on my face Can’t lift my eyes He’s grinning like We’re on the back nine Last thing I hear "Count it down" His glove-tan hand Golden crown Heart skips once Then skips twice He almost sends me Past the lights [Chorus] Brent is the anesthesiologist With a smile and a sweet golf swing Almost punched my ticket on the table But he really ends me on the green He saves my life in the OR glow Then buries me by the eighteenth hole He nearly kills me in the room He does kill me in golf (yeah, he does kill me in golf) [Verse 2] Weeks pass Fresh scar He texts, "You up For playing par?" I owe him breath I owe him time Figure I can spare A Saturday grind [Bridge] I’m three up on the turn Feeling brave, feeling cured He just laughs, says "Don’t forget who brought you back" One swing, one shot Ball soaring, I drop It’s a slow, small death On the fairway grass (oh) [Chorus] Brent is the anesthesiologist With a smile and a sweet golf swing Almost punched my ticket on the table But he really ends me on the green He saves my life in the OR glow Then buries me by the eighteenth hole He nearly kills me in the room He does kill me in golf (yeah, he does kill me in golf) [Outro] White flag Soft pin I lose big He just grins He kept my heart He took my pride Guess that’s A fair trade for my life
