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

And 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 the corner guard

Dance down the sheet to the tune of "Hurry, hurry, hard"

And my popcorn squeaks with 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 can't I draw right up to what I wanna say?

Why can't I ever stop where I wanna stay?

I slide right through the day

I'm always throwing hack weight

Right off, no, never, never, never ever

Right off, no, never, never, ever, never

Right off, no, never, never, never ever

Right off, no, never, ever, never ever

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 of me

And I know you're out there waiting

For an answer I can't give you so tell me

Why?

Why can't I draw right up to what I wanna say?

Why can't I ever stop where I wanna stay?

We roll right through our years

We rip right through our months

And 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