| Lyrics: | 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 |
