Well the score was all tied up and I was breaking in   Off the point, looking for the win   And the crowd was going crazy, time was running out   And I took my shot, through the shout I heard my mother calling me      She said son it’s time for dinner now come on inside   You’ve been out there in the cold for quite a while   And there’s coco on the stove and your dinner is on your plate   The Stanley Cup will have to wait      Other kids had lots of other good things I guess   And what you’ve never have you’ll never miss    But somewhere long the line a kid has got to learn to think   And I did a lot of thinking on my own   On my backyard rink      When it got cold enough outside dad would flood the ice   Just after I’d be sent to bed   And I’d lay awake and listen to the water run   Ice dreams skating through my head    Well the sound of running water was peaceful   But to me it meant a little more   It meant dad was outside, the temperature was low   And there’d be fresh ice on the backyard rink tomorrow      And I hear mom say close your eyes, it’s time to sleep   Pray the Lord your soul to keep   But I couldn’t help but peek over the window sill   And wonder how the night could be so still       Other kids had lots of other good things I guess   And what you’ve never have you’ll never miss    But somewhere long the line a kid has got to learn to think   And I did a lot of thinking in my bed   About my backyard rink      I was looking at the crossbar when I took my shot   I was aiming at the win   But the puck flew high and wide and it missed the net   Caught my brother in the teeth   Well I skated as I waited his return from the hospital   He was fine   When I looked upon the stitches round his mouth   Well I wished that they were mine      Well that day I learned a lesson I would soon forget   When you shoot, you got to hit the net   Sometimes when you miss someone you love gets hurt   Other times it can be worse      Other kids had lots of other good things I guess   And what you’ve never have you’ll never miss    It took stitches on my brother’s mouth to make me learn to think   Like a lesson in the school of life in a form of the backyard rink      I learned lesson after lesson in the school of the backyard rink      Cause I learned to keep my head up and I learned to pass the puck   And when I got knocked down I learned to get back up   If someone could cause a threat to something or someone you love   You know sometimes you got to drop the gloves      Only when you sacrifice yourself for someone else   Should you receive, yourself   Only when you realize life’s tougher than you think   Are you truly thankful for your years in your backyard rink      Now the score was all tied up and I was breaking in   Off the point   Looking for the win...