Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
engines pumping and thumping in time
the green light flashes, the flags go up
churning and burning, they yearn for the cup
they deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
fuel burning fast on an empty tank
reckless and wild, they pour through the turns
their prowress is potent and secretly stern
as they speed throught the finish, the flags go down
the fans get up and they 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 heand's drinving and striving and hugging the turns
and thinking of someone for whome he still burns...
heand's going the distance
heand's going for speed
sheand's all alone
in her time of need
because heand's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
heand's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
heand's going the distance
no trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
heand's haunted by something he cannot define
bowl-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
assail him, impail him with monster-truck force
in his mind, heand's still driving, still making the grade
sheand's hoping in time that her memories will fade
and'cause heand's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
heand'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 heand's striving and driving and hugging the turns
and thinking of someone for whom he still burns
and'cause heand's going the distance
heand's going for speed
sheand's all alone
in her time of need
because heand's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
heand's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
heand's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
heand's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
heand's going the distance
heand's going for speed
heand's going the distance...
