his breath beat out in drops of dew
each sigh a dawn in his visor'd view
each sigh a dawn in his visor'd view
charging down that tunnel of light
he kept his inch from the line of white
he kept his inch from the line of white
hid he did from the buffeting and roaring
racing he was while the whole world was snoring
racing he was while the whole world was snoring
an arrival he made his life still intact
but re-race he will when it's time to go back
but re-race he will when it's time to go back