When The Good Goes Wrong

There’s a line between the sky and the ground

And a road connecting these two prairie towns

When the calm comes cold, it’s the hand of god

Even when the good goes wrong

There’s a radio singing to the snow

About a homecoming and a 0-0 score

Was it a hopeful song, singing all along

Even when the good goes wrong

Protected by the pines along the road

In a field of rock and ice and row on row

With our feet in the snow, we look down below

And in a circle we hold, each other’s hands in the snow

Even when the good goes wrong