Wait here for the flag to fall 
 And follow me to the edge of town 
 Your family's seen you on your bike 
 All they say is it's such a waste of time 
 Stay clear of the runner up 
 He's got some tricks he's not afraid to try 
    I stopped racing years ago 
 I stopped listening 
 I stopped speaking 
 The world has kept you on your toes 
 Speak to me with your hands 
 I've got my friends safe in a cocoon 
 But I've read enough to know it will end 
 Kerosene is my last line of defense 
 Against all the rules I've bent   
 I'm in the dark there, I'm in the basement 
 That's where I keep them, that's where they're buzzing 
 Last year was a good year, I beat myself to a bloody mess 
 But blue is the colour of the days I'm hoping for 
 What have you done to the mind you had 
 Out there somewhere is the finish line   
 I came to on a bed 
 I must have been taken by surprise 
 I must have lost my head! 
 Speak to me, if you can