The Race

Are you ever gonna push me

let me run

and let me do?

I need it

and I'm ready

and I haven't got a clue

Any track is turning

but the race is in my head

I'm attacking the illusion

but the stopping drives me mad

Time is running out

the illusion fades away

Time is running out

another day is on its way

On the fast lane of the street I'm driving

Sometimes

somewhere

I'm arriving

Every day

And every night

Another day is ready coming up

it drives me mad

'Cos I haven't got a notion

got a clue I need it bad

[Give me race!]

Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great

He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait

Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do?

I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue

Not any track is turning

but the race is in my head

I'm attacking the illusion

but the stopping drives me mad

[Shout

shout!]

[Shout

shout!]

[Good afternoon

ladies and gentlemen.

This is Billy McKloski from Palm Springs

reporting for NBC Sports of America.

Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first Formula race on a hot sunny afternoon

here in California]