All the suitors in a race
Winner says it to my face
Tune the body tweak the tail
Gearing up for someone else to fail
Used to focus miles ahead
Foresee every rise and bend
But the racing's blurred my faith
I've decided I'm laying off the breaks
There's a hundred lines that I can't stand
Finish, out, front, life or bread
Then a winner steps in my path
Just when I feel my reflexes lapse
I could feign a right pull away
Pull off to the side and wait
I could raise my chin to the shock that's closing in
Closing in closing in closing in
I could try I don't even try