Lyrics
A flower in the fence
For my friends and all our feats
I am waiting here with mind a' racing
Eleven on the books
In the span of seventeen
And out of breath from all the chasing
A thought here for the struggles
Just in case you did not speak
Or in case I did not feel like hearing
And a toast to all the miles
That made us feel like kings
And a graciousness to all that stayed