A Song for Sports

You're a hand written goodbye
A buzzer shot from the good guys
That missed the net, the coach says "good try
It's o.k. to lose sometimes"

And he means well with what he's saying
But we've been losing day out, day in
It makes us wonder why we're playing
It's time to throw in the towel

And how I hate our skipping record
It makes our problems seem double-deckered
Intertwined and plaid and checkered
Oh what a pattern we've weaved

We've got hearts as tough as leather
Whose combined forces change the weather
To lovely snow when we're together
We'll freeze the whole world over

And start an earth-wide hibernation
And seek refuge in weather stations
To form theories and calculations
For troubles that we're facin'

All of this white is extra stunning
We'll survive on wits and charm and cunning
You're my food for thought so who needs hunting?
It's all we need right here

Water flows
The birds crow
The wind blows
The sky turns to gold

The tides roll
Diamonds turn to coal
Music loses its soul
Under your control

And you've done things that others tried to
And left your loves and lives behind you
You stole the world's heart and that means mine too
What kind of pull have you got?

You're a hand written goodbye
A buzzer shot from the good guys
That missed the net, the coach says "good try
It's o.k. to lose sometimes"

And he means well with what he's saying
But we've been losing day out, day in
It makes us wonder why we're playing
Throw in the towel