The Tournament - Ramin Djawadi & Serj Tankian

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 Add 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 a corner guard Dance down the sheet to the tune of "Hurry, Hurry Hard" And my popcorn squeaks 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, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say? Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay? I slide right through the 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 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 at me And I know you're out there waiting For an answer I can't give you So tell me why Why, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say? Why can't I ever stop when I want to stay? We roll right through our years, we drip right through our months We 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