
Date of issue: 24.09.2007
Song language: English
Tournament of Hearts |
Now the lounge is full of farmers for the 7:30 draw |
Teammates all left before they had to buy a round |
When they pull the 50/50 and I’ve lost again, I’ll go Maybe have one more brown one for the snowy road |
All the championship banners going yellow on the wall |
Add my name when it gets closer to last call |
So Elvira brings my bottle, hold it up and let it bend |
Figures of two rinks battling an extra end |
And I’m peeling off the label as they peel a corner guard |
Dance down the sheet to the tune of «Hurry, Hurry Hard» |
And my popcorn squeaks a question |
Wonders why I’m not at home |
Where you wait beside a silent telephone |
Doodle circles within circles all alone |
Have to stop myself from climbing |
On the table full of empties to yell why |
Why, why can’t I draw right up to what I want to say? |
Why can’t I ever stop where I want to stay? |
I slide right through the days |
I’m always throwing hack weight |
Right off, no never never ever ever |
Right off, no never never ever never |
Right off, no never never never ever |
Right off, no never ever never ever |
Now the senior Bonspiel winners, circa 1963 |
Are all staring, glaring disapprovingly |
From their frame in that old photograph at me And I know you’re out there waiting |
For an answer I can’t give you |
So tell me why |
Why, why can’t I draw right up to what I want to say? |
Why can’t I ever stop when I want to stay? |
We roll right through our years, we drip right through our months |
We slide right through our days, I’m always throwing hack weight |
Right off, no never never ever ever |
Right off, no never never ever never |
Right off, no never ever never ever |
Right off |