Out on the fairway, it was a beautiful day,
Birds were chirping, folks were smiling, nothing in the way.
I stood there with my driver, a confident stance,
The group behind me muttered, but I didnu0027t take a chance.

The green was far, but I believed in my might,
Waited for it to clear, kept my target in sight.
Minutes turned to hours, felt like a century,
But I was sure Iu0027d send it flying, for all to see.

Why did I wait for the green to clear?
Oh, why did I wait for the green to clear?
With the whole course watching, my heart filled with fear,
Why did I wait for the green to clear?

Finally swung the club, it felt like a dream,
But the ball barely moved, wasnu0027t what it seemed.
A worm-burner skittered, across the grassy floor,
And struck a poor gopher, now itu0027s no more.

The beer cart girl laughed, couldnu0027t hold back her glee,
My face turned bright red, oh, woe is me.
My composure shattered, my spirit took flight,
Decided right then, this wasnu0027t my night.

Why did I wait for the green to clear?
Oh, why did I wait for the green to clear?
With the whole course watching, my heart filled with fear,
Why did I wait for the green to clear?

I quit the game, threw my clubs in the pond,
Walked off the course, no longer fond.
The golfers behind me, cheered as I left,
I felt like a thief, caught in the theft.

No more golfing, my patience worn thin,
All that waiting, where did it begin?
Maybe someday, Iu0027ll find the drive,
But for now, Iu0027m done, Iu0027ll just survive.

Why did I wait for the green to clear?
Oh, why did I wait for the green to clear?
With the whole course watching, my heart filled with fear,
Why did I wait for the green to clear?

So hereu0027s a lesson, for all you out there,
Donu0027t wait for the green, just swing without care.
Lifeu0027s too short for such golfing despair,
Next time, just go, let the ball fly where it dares!