Gersh> 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
the crowd sits potent, and secretly stern
as they speed through 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 gone 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, all alone)
in a time of need...
- "Cake"
-Steve |
