Tonight I feel so far away, so far away from youWhat did you do tonightI’m drivin my truck up and down the coastFrom north of Seattle to the Mexico lineRight now, I’m in San BernardinoAll day long it was 95 degreesBut at least tonight I get to hearThe golden voice of Vin ScullyI’ve been stuck in this goin’ no place desk jobFor too many months, it’s time to move onIf I quit and just tried to do my paintingsI wonder if I could come up with the rentI still root for the Yankees back eastNever did take to these local teamsBut at least tonight I get to hearThe golden voice of Vin ScullyOoh, I do my share, I knock aboutOoh, is anything gonna work outSometimes I’m almost out of range, I head south of the valleyAnd pick up the gamePull off the road, step out of the vanLean against the hood still hot from the driveTrees fade out in the black of the nightSome days it don’t hardly seem worth the fightBut at least tonight I get to hearThe golden voice of Vin Scully