Rusty blade of skates, left glove missing
Colors faded on Kurri's jersey
We played on icy lake, until we were forced home
Father made goals from backyard fence
Stick teams were decided, rules were agreed on
But at that time the match was dropped out short
It was just a game, just a game of boys
How I get them to believe?
It was just a game
I will always regret, that I made my brother go get it
I've paid big price of my mistakes
Maybe I just couldn't understand, that current can weaken the ice
I think how mother have managed through all this
It was just a game, just a game of boys
How I get them to believe?
It was just a game
Jerseys at hangers in the attic can stay
Old goal posts decay on the yard
Father has never talked about it
He has learned to get by with the sadness
It was just a game, just a game of boys
How I get them to believe?
It was just a game