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 sunny 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
'Cause I haven't got the notion, got no clue, I need a plan
(Give me the 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

Any track is sunny but the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad

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