Glide and Chill

(yeah) (mm-mm) Laces tied tight in the freezing breeze Pond frozen over past the

willow trees Two old boots mark the net right there

Breath turning white in the winter air

Puck hits the wood with a solid ring

Nobody keeping score of anything

Sun sits low casting golden

rays

Trading our passes on the ice for days

Gloves on the snow,

hands getting numb Laughing at every single play to come

Carving lines till the daylight fades

Just the five of us gliding on the blades

Spilling coffee from a silver flask

Nothing more we could ever ask (ooh-ooh) Just staying out till the

stars appear

Someone trips up on a snowy mound

Cracking up loud on the frozen ground

Passing it tape-to-tape clean and slow

Shooting wide high in a bank of snow

We don't need an arena

or a stadium light

Just the open pond and

the quiet night

Carving lines till the daylight fades

Just the five of us gliding on the blades

Spilling coffee from a silver flask

Nothing more we could ever ask

(ooh-ooh) Just staying out till the stars appear

(hummmm) No whistle blowing,

no clock to beat

Just the cold air tasting sweet

Sticks over shoulders, walking back slow

Boot tracks trailing in the evening snow

(yeah,

we'll be back tomorrow) (hummmm)