| I looked up and you were there | 
| Just sitting there, all alone | 
| Holding your fist in the air | 
| And if you need me, you’re on your own | 
| You drove me home through a snowy tomb | 
| And I fell asleep in my seat | 
| I had the dream of having no room | 
| You were there, just staring at me | 
| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | 
| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | 
| Oh, to join the rush | 
| As the season builds | 
| I hear your voice â€~cross a frozen lake | 
| A voice from the end of a leaf | 
| Saying, «You won’t die of a thousand fakes | 
| Or be beaten by the sweetest of dekes» | 
| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | 
| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | 
| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | 
| At the lonely end of the rink, the lonely end of the rink | 
| Oh, to join the rush | 
| As the season builds | 
| Jump into the rush | 
| As the seasons build | 
| You drove me home through a snowy gloom | 
| And I fell asleep in my seat | 
| Then I had the dream of having no room | 
| You were there, just staring at me | 
| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | 
| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | 
| At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | 
| At the lonely end of the rink, the lonely end of the rink |