A skip's last rock for the game, alone in the four-foot's cold embrace. The friends are scattered, the only chance is a total miss — and either way, you shake their hand.
Lyrics
In these lonely rings, four-foot′s cold embrace
House feels like a void, just a desperate place
You pushed me here, now I'm frozen in the quiet
The hammer is poised to break this deaf′ning silence
Search for handles of my color, but see only gray
Slipping away
Hold out hope for me, for me
Though it feels like a fantasy
Just believe, just believe
Hold out hope for me
It was better last end, more joy for sure
Me and my friends came together to score
But we only tied the game, and lost the hammer
Now we're questioning this extra end, but haven't found the answer
They peeled away our dreams
And it′s down to me
Hold out hope for me, for me
Though it feels like a fantasy
Just believe, just believe
Hold out hope for me
The friends I have relied on have been scattered all directions
Ain′t nowhere to hide, I'm exposed without protection
Call it a steal but it would really be a gift
The only chance I have now is for a total miss
My time is drawing near, target broom is on the ice
The path they have is clear, no need tell the vice
Skip cleans off the stone, determination in their eye
Push off the hack, release is pure, they let the hammer fly
Time is up the die is cast I can see the end
The rock is sliding down the path just they way they planned
Don′t look away when contact comes I'll proudly make my stand
Shake their hand. For me
