There was a man, a lonely man, 
who lost his love through his indifference. 
A heart that kept, that went unchecked, 
until it died within his silence. 

And chess is the only game in town, 
and every road that takes him down. 
And by himself, it's easy to pretend, 
he'll never play chess again. 
And keeping to himself he plays the game, 
without her love it always ends the same. 
While life goes on around him everywhere, 
he's a woodpusher. 

A little hope goes up in smoke, 
just how it goes, goes without saying. 
There was a man, a lonely man, 
who would command the hand he's playing. 
 

And chess is the only game in town, 
and every road that takes him down. 
And by himself it's easy to pretend 
he'll never play chess again. 

And keeping to himself 
He plays the addicting game 
Without her love it always ends the same 
While life goes on around him everywhere, 
he's a woodpusher

And chess is the only game in town, 
and every road that takes him down. 
While life goes on around him everywhere, 
he's a woodpusher

He is Thunder.