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