Cold Road from Northwest by Mark Perry

Cold Road

I’ve got 2 sticks and an old photo
That’s all that’s left of the dream
I remember how good it felt to call you up
And tell you that I made the team

All the early morning practices
On the ice at 5 a.m.
We’d laugh and swear we better get this right
So we never have to do it again

It’s over and over and over
Until you don’t think about it anymore
If you get it
It might open a door

This cold road calls
It’s a road of hope
This cold road calls
It’s a road of dreams
Another frozen highway
This cold road calls

Try to catch a little sleep on the bus
Get ready for the next big test
Some of us talk quietly
Who’s the fastest, who’s the best?

That new kid’s already a friend
A month ago I never even knew his name
The old trainer tells me,
He’s got a little magic in his game

In the Summer, we talk about Winter
Hey where you gonna’ be this Fall?
They say I’m 18 - if I don’t make it this year
I’m worth nothing at all

It’s the 6th of April and I’m numb
Right across this country
We’re a little shaken from coast to coast
It’s how we live - it’s who we are

Pass a bus out on the highway
Some kids off to another game
It’s how we live - it’s who we are

In frozen parking lots
Warming up our cars
It’s how we live – it’s who we are

© Mark Perry, 2019 | www.markperry.ca

• Americana folk
• Folk
• singer-songwriter
• Smithers