On the day my brother died
On the day our parents cried
When the neighbours heard the sound
Like a garage door coming down
Our footprints gathered in the snow
Led by God or something we don't know
Now some days I walk alone
And look at stained glass church windows
Someone said these boys are all
Under a roof that never falls
I still live in a hockey town
Swirling memories that cannot be found
But I don't know what I'm longing for
A muffled voice from behind closed doors
The news reporters they don't know
Artists and lawyers they don't know
They write their words and sing their songs
But soon the memory will be gone
I can't remember my brother's face
What could have been still cannot replace
But I don't know what I'm longing for
A muffled voice from behind closed doors
There's no memories of you in my world
No not even a trace
Even the stories of our childhood long past
They sit still longing to be found
And I can't believe
What it's done to me
Let's get together
Feel what we can't remember
We are a hockey town