reluctantly crouched at the starting line
engines, pumping and thumping in time
the green light flashes, the flags goes up
churning and burning
they yern for the cup
they deathly manouver
and muscle for rank
fuel burning fast on an empty tank
wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns
the pralass is podent and secretly stern
as they speed thru the finish the flags go down
the fans get up, and get out of town
the arena is empty except for one man
still driving and striving as fast as he can
the sun has gone down and the moon has come up
and long ago somebody left with the cup
but hes driving and striving and hugging the turns
and thinking of someone for who he still burns
he's going the distance
he's going for speed
she's all alone in this time of need
because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
he going the distance
YAH
no trophy no flowers no flash boards no wine
he's haunted by somehting he cannot define
bowwell shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse
a sailent a pail him with monster truck force
in his mind he's still driving still making the grade
and she's hoping time that her memories will fade
cuz he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
he's figting and biting and riding on his horse
the sun has gone down and the moon has come up
and long ago somebody left with the cup
but he's striving and driving and hugging the truns
and thinking of someone for who he still burns
cuz he's going the distance
he's going for speed
she's all alone in the time of need
cuz he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
he's figting and biting and riding on his horse
he's going the distance
he's going for speed
he's going the distance
