10-31-2015, 04:04 PM
(10-30-2015, 09:34 AM)BengalHawk62 Wrote: Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's going the distance, yeah
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
Great song, btw.
