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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.