[Verse 1] A deepening chill cuts through the evening air I close my eyes, and I’m back out there Ten years old on the cul-de-sac, With a stick in my hand and a puck to attack. Every shot felt like the title on the line, With dreams as bright as the Stanley Cup shine. [Verse 2] I went from the skates to dress shoes From dress shoes to the conference room Crisp shirts and ties Mimicking Hah-shek to writing huge checks The dream to the life Along the way forgot to play, no sports in my twenties Now I'm three short of the big four-oh But I'm back to hittin' the open goal [Verse 3] Guiding my boys through the glide and the sweep, Passing the puck, our focus so deep. Firing shots, with echoes of cheer, Weaving a bond that’ll outlast the years. We move as one, swift and bold, Sharpening each other, our skills unfolds [Chorus] It doesn't matter where it began The puck doesn't care who's for the plan It's back of the net when our blades are on Like it used to be back when we were young It's been too long, but I'm still a kid at heart [Verse 4] Yes, I'm many moons past my prime A rusty old bucket past the expiration date I'm taking shots 'til I'm out of time Won't let a miss keep me out of the game [Chorus] It doesn't matter where it began The puck doesn't care who's for the plan It's back of the net when our blades are on Like it used to be back when we were young It's been too long, but I'm still a kid at heart [Verse 1] A deepening chill cuts through the evening air I close my eyes, and I’m back out there Ten years old on the cul-de-sac, With a stick in my hand and a puck to attack. Every shot felt like the title on the line, With dreams as bright as the Stanley Cup shine. [Verse 2] I went from the skates to dress shoes From dress shoes to the conference room Crisp shirts and ties Mimicking Hah-shek to writing huge checks The dream to the life Along the way forgot to play, no sports in my twenties Now I'm three short of the big four-oh But I'm back to hittin' the open goal [Verse 3] Guiding my boys through the glide and the sweep, Passing the puck, our focus so deep. Firing shots, with echoes of cheer, Weaving a bond that’ll outlast the years. We move as one, swift and bold, Sharpening each other, our skills unfolds [Chorus] It doesn't matter where it began The puck doesn't care who's for the plan It's back of the net when our blades are on Like it used to be back when we were young It's been too long, but I'm still a kid at heart [Verse 4] Yes, I'm many moons past my prime A rusty old bucket past the expiration date I'm taking shots 'til I'm out of time Won't let a miss keep me out of the game [Chorus] It doesn't matter where it began The puck doesn't care who's for the plan It's back of the net when our blades are on Like it used to be back when we were young It's been too long, but I'm still a kid at heart [Verse 2] I went from the blades to dress shoes From dress shoes to the conference room Crissp shirts and ties Mimicking Hah-shek to cutting bow-coup checks Married my best friend Bought a house, delayed the play, no sports in my twenties Now I'm three short of the big four-oh With my kids, back to hittin' the open goal [Verse 3] Guiding my boys through the glide and the sweep, Passing the puck, our focus so deep. Firing shots, with echoes of cheer, Forging a bond that’ll outlast the years. We move as one, swift and bold, Sharpening each other, our skills unfolds [Chorus] It doesn't matter where it began The puck doesn't care who's for the plan It's back of the net when our blades are on Like it used to be back when we were young It's been too long, but I'm still a kid at heart [Verse 4] Yes, I'm many moons past my prime A rusty old bucket past the expiration date I'm taking shots 'til I'm out of time Won't let a miss keep me out of the game [Chorus] It doesn't matter where it began The puck doesn't care who's for the plan It's back of the net when our blades are on Like it used to be back when we were young It's been too long, but I'm still a kid at heart [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Guiding my boys through the glide and the sweep, Passing the puck, our focus so deep. Firing shots, with echoes of cheer, Forging a bond that’ll outlast the years. We move as one, swift and bold, Sharpening each other, our skills unfolds [Chorus] It doesn't matter where it began The puck doesn't care who's got the plan It's back of the net when our blades are on Like it used to be back when we were young It's been too long, but I'm still a kid at heart [Verse 4] Yes, I'm many moons past my prime A rusty old bucket past the expiration date I'm taking shots 'til I'm out of time Won't let a miss keep me out of the game [Chorus] It doesn't matter where it began The puck doesn't care who's got the plan It's back of the net when our blades are on Like it used to be back when we were young It's been too long, but I'm still a kid at heart