You've not seen the white smoke for years. It seems to me you've stripped out. Stripped out all your gears. You know it will whip you a bit. Don't know if you can handle it. But you can taste it you taste the thrill. Come on come on just one more mile. You can make it if you will. I want to race I wish you'd race. I want to race you there. Step on out and step on in. To a race that never ends. Drop it out you know it drags you down. Rather turn your head to see a blurry crown. But then you've been here before. It's sounding better better more and more. Chorus. This thing the call. Decision based on knowing. You've joined the race. And know it's got you goin'. Bloodstream is pumping. One hundred miles an hour. You're set to go. You know it's now or not at all. Let's get it started