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