FALL CLASSIC 2007
The Distance lyrics
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 prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
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
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
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.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, 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 in 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
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 racing and pacing and plotting the
course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his
horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.
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 prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
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
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
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.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, 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 in 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
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 racing and pacing and plotting the
course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his
horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.
