As we wait our turn on the ice
Our breath forms mist before our eyes
Pirouettes, figures of eight,
Gliding on by
Negative thought invades our mind
Before we start at least we've tried
Silently, fervently, hoping
We won't be that bad
As you pick me up for the 12th time
Pull me up and dust me down
You're laughing and crying
I'm crying and laughing always
But I won't give up
I will stay here with you
Just to do something
That you want to do
Driving home later on that night
Still laughing though I'm aching and a sight
Thinking that this will hurt me
Much more in the morning
It's not even 11 but I'm already yawning
I'm counting the bruises that have yet to appear
It takes longer to recover now,
It takes longer each year
But this is a good day
I will always remember
Just to do that something
Together
You only get one life
You gotta make it good
You only get one chance
You should never say someday
