if there's a goal that everyone remembers it was back in ol' 72 we all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger and all i remember was sitting beside you you said you didn't give a fuck about hockey 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 whisperin' over your shoulder isn't it amazing you can do anything we hung out together every single moment cause that's what we though married people do complete with the grip of artificial chaos and believing in the country of em and you crisis of faith and crisis in the kremlin and yea we'd heard all of 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 no ambition whisperin' over your shoulder isn't it amazing you can do anything next to your comrades in the national fitness program caught in soem eternal flexed-arm hang droppin' to the mat in a fit of laughter showed no patience, tollerence or restraint fireworks exploding in the distance temporary towers soar fireworks emulating heaven til there are no stars anymore fireworks aiming straight at heaven temporary towers soar til there are no stars shining up in heaven til there are no stars anymore isn't it amazing what you can accomplish when the little sensation gets in your way no ambition whisperin' 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