Hockey Lyrics - Jane Siberry

Winter time and the frozen river 

Sunday afternoon 

They're playing hockey on the river 

Rosy 

He'll have that scar on his chin forever someday his girlfriend will say hey 

Where 

He might look out the window or not 

You skate as fast as you can 'til you hit the snowbank that's how you stop 

And you get your sweater from the catalogue 

You use your rubber boots for goal posts 

Ah walkin' home 

Don't let those sunday afternoons 

Get away get away get away get away 

Break away break away break away break away 

This stick was signed by jean belliveau so don't fucking tell me where 

To fucking go 

On sunday afternoon 

Someone's dog just took the puck-he buried it it's in the snowbank your turn 

They rioted in the streets of montreal when they benched rocket richard it's 

True 

Don't let those sunday afternoons 

Get away get away get away get away 

Break away break away break away break away