Dear Bradenton. You have been good to me. You've kept your word. And got me through these years. All I ask. Is that you'll be there. When I return. From Anna's Isle. To Lakewoods' fields. This is our town. This is you were meant to be. This is our town. Where our roots have grown so deep. This is our town. This is where we're meant to be. This is our town. We'll keep coming back because.... Dear Bradenton. As the city sleeps tonight. You found us hiding out. Under parking garage lights. And you know. You know you'll find us here. When we return. This is our town. This is our town. This is our town. (What are we running for?). This is our town. (What are we running for?). This is our town. (This is our town). Dear Bradenton. As I gently close my eyes. I hear you whisper softly. As we continue our goodbyes. And all I ask. Is that you'll be there. When I return