The starting line's the easiest, when you can't see up ahead.
But then when you start running and hit the first odd curve,
You start to see the future and you wish that you were dead.
The long stretch creeps up underneath your fumbling feet.
It starts to make to weary and as nervous as can be.
But when the second curve approaches and your heart starts to beat,
You're not sure you'll survive alone or if you can keep moving.
That's when you pray and wings appear beneath your shoulder blades.
And you fly all the way to the finish line
And return a'smiling.