Fireworks - The Tragically Hip

If there’s a goal that everyone remembers

It was back in old seventy two

We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger

And all I remember is sitting beside you

You said you didn’t give a fuck about hockey

And I never saw someone say that before

You held my hand and we walked home the long way

You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr

Isn’t it amazing anything’s accomplished

When the little sensation gets in your way

Not one ambition whispering over your shoulder

Isn’t it amazing you can do anything

We hung out together every single moment

Cause that’s what we thought married people do

Complete with the grip of artificial chaos

And believing in the country of me and you

Crisis of faith and crisis in the Kremlin

And, yeah, we’d heard all that before

It’s wintertime, the house is solitude with options

And loosening the grip on a fake cold war

Isn’t it amazing what you can accomplish

When you don’t let the nation get in your way

And not one ambition whispering over your shoulder

Isn’t it amazing you can do anything

Next to your comrades in the National Fitness Program

Caught in some eternal flexed arm hang

Dropping to the mat in a fit of laughter

Showed no patience, tolerance or restraint

Fireworks exploding in the distance

Temporary towers soar

Fireworks emulating heaven

Till there are no stars any more

Fireworks aiming straight at heaven

Temporary towers soar

Till there are no stars shining up in heaven

Till there are no stars any more

Isn’t it amazing what you can accomplish

When the little sensation gets in your way

No ambition whispering over your shoulder

Isn’t it amazing what you can accomplish, eh?

This one thing probably never goes away

I think this one thing is always supposed to stay

This one thing doesn’t have to go away