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 deftly manouver and muscle for rank, Fuel
burning fast on an empty tank, Wreckless and wild they pour thru the
turns, Their prowless 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 he's driving and striving and
hugging the turns, And thinking of someone for whom he still
burns.
He's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all
alone, all alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and
plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his
horse. He's going the distance.
Yeah!
No trophy, no flowers,
no flash bulbs, no wine. He's haunted by something he cannot
define. Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse, Assail him,
impale him with monster truck force. In his mind he's still driving, still
making the grade. She's hoping time that her memories will fade, Cause
he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting 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 turns, And thinking of someone for whom he still
burns.
Cause he's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's
all alone, all alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing
and plotting the course, He's figting and biting and riding on his
horse, 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...