The need for speed, burning down the asphalt |
A rhythmic rumble shakes my seat my body closed in tight 1000 horses paw the ground each ready to take flight Constrained by brake and clutch pedals they're revving up to roar With sound so loud it's heard for miles makes motor-head hearts soar I sit the line like Don "The Snake"; wait for the Christmas green When it falls then my best hope I get the hole shot clean I've scuffed the tires and lit the fires that drive this beast down lane We've built this car with heart and skill, hope engine stands the strain The need for speed and will to win have been my motive force It's been the way since time began; who has the fastest horse But I can't drift I must attend the other driver's stage My heated tires have much more grip, clutch waiting to engage We're revving hard and shaking cars the roar is deep and loud The hammer drops when lighting pops blue smoke obscures the crowd A giant's hand just pushed me back into the drivers seat My vision blurred except the spot I cross to have him beat It's go go go and shift clutch shift hands and feet all dance Just keep between the lines and run that's all I ask of chance With hair on fire my hearts desire, just let these horses run And win or lose this life we choose is in the end just fun. Richard Higley © May 2011 |