Pirates of the Mediterranean - Connie Price & The Keystones

I looked up and you were there

Just sitting there, all alone

Holding your fist in the air

And if you need me, you’re on your own

You drove me home through a snowy tomb

And I fell asleep in my seat

I had the dream of having no room

You were there, just staring at me

At the lonely end of the rink, you and me

At the lonely end of the rink, you and me

Oh, to join the rush

As the season builds

I hear your voice â€~cross a frozen lake

A voice from the end of a leaf

Saying, «You won’t die of a thousand fakes

Or be beaten by the sweetest of dekes»

At the lonely end of the rink, you and me

At the lonely end of the rink, you and me

At the lonely end of the rink, you and me

At the lonely end of the rink, the lonely end of the rink

Oh, to join the rush

As the season builds

Jump into the rush

As the seasons build

You drove me home through a snowy gloom

And I fell asleep in my seat

Then I had the dream of having no room

You were there, just staring at me

At the lonely end of the rink, you and me

At the lonely end of the rink, you and me

At the lonely end of the rink, you and me

At the lonely end of the rink, the lonely end of the rink