He played Caro-Kann His rating was higher But from move seventeen The kingside was mine Took my chances fast My rook was a knife And my almighty queen A beast on h-six My bishop was gold His bishop was small With no time pressure I'd crush him Once and for all I gave up my good knight But that don't mean a thing He has more experience But I won't lose again Oh my dear Capablanca Wishful eyes deceive me Overoptimistic Got nowhere to go, got nowhere to go Shook his hand signed the score Politely as I could I can't analyse Can't look in his eyes A lonely hotel room I cried my despair Did I allow any counterplay His pieces were dead I gave up my good knight But that don't mean a thing He has more experience But I won't lose again Oh my dear Capablanca Where did my attack go I was clearly winning Two minutes ago, two minutes ago Two minutes ago Now, according to Stockfish I got it all wrong After slightly advantage I had nothing But my dear Capablanca You tell me We learn more from our defeats Who needs victories, right