The Ridges and the Bumps
I remember taking lessons and the drills that I despised
I remember how I trusted the coach was always right
I remember being humbled by mistakes that he would find
I remember when I thought I would be champion of the ice
Convinced it would come naturally, I was caught off-guard
Life is a slippery rink, and it's hard
I could figure out how to lift and spin and jump
But there's no preparation for the ridges and the bumps
I remember being disciplined and learning figure eights
I remember understanding my instructor kept me safe
I remember motivation to succeed was very great
I remember perseverance when I put on my skates
Convinced it would come naturally, I was caught off-guard
Life is a slippery rink, and it's hard
I could figure out how to lift and spin and jump
But there's no preparation for the ridges
I picked up behaviors and new traits along the way
The thing I love the most has come to test me every day
When I put on my skates
Convinced it would come naturally, I was caught off-guard
Life is a slippery rink, and it's hard
I could figure out how to lift and spin and jump
But there's no preparation for the ridges
There's no preparation for the ridges
No, there's no preparation for the ridges and the bumps
I remember how I trusted the coach was always right
I remember being humbled by mistakes that he would find
I remember when I thought I would be champion of the ice
Convinced it would come naturally, I was caught off-guard
Life is a slippery rink, and it's hard
I could figure out how to lift and spin and jump
But there's no preparation for the ridges and the bumps
I remember being disciplined and learning figure eights
I remember understanding my instructor kept me safe
I remember motivation to succeed was very great
I remember perseverance when I put on my skates
Convinced it would come naturally, I was caught off-guard
Life is a slippery rink, and it's hard
I could figure out how to lift and spin and jump
But there's no preparation for the ridges
I picked up behaviors and new traits along the way
The thing I love the most has come to test me every day
When I put on my skates
Convinced it would come naturally, I was caught off-guard
Life is a slippery rink, and it's hard
I could figure out how to lift and spin and jump
But there's no preparation for the ridges
There's no preparation for the ridges
No, there's no preparation for the ridges and the bumps
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Writer(s): Alexander Emerson Koman
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