I think we've all been here before On an August afternoon Where we accomplish so much more Than the sportswriter might have a**umed Dressed in ties and finer things just in case We're drenched in sweat and smiles But we're hardly at the end of the race And there was nothing in the invitation That would've made it so clear That you could unfold your calender Start remembering moments in years Baby I've got blinders And if you don't mind there's Nothing strange about what I want to do I only want to see you there Yeah, we lived a good time in these courts Doubled down these progressions Never needed to break out the swords To carve a path to our indiscretions In the familiar after-hour spring Up from the gutters and the forest cuts Carrying on forgiving things And turned back to how you looked at me once And there was nothing in the invitation That would've made it so clear That you could unfold your calender Start remembering moments in years Baby I've got blinders And if you don't mind there's Nothing strange about what I want to do I only want to see you there I only want to see you there I only want to see you