On the starting line before a race
In which you and I are about to run
To break
Our record
Which isn't high and isn't low
Just an average record that I don't want
And you don't want
We want up high
To touch the skies
And I get confused and fall down
ah...ah...ah...ah
Starting shot, your start is fast
And I'm right behind
I'm not giving up
I keep the pace you dictate
And the pace is quick, and it only goes up
None of us saves our strength
And it seems that the finish line
Is further and further away
And I get confused and fall down
ah...ah...ah...ah
Last circuit, I can barely breathe
I stop running and head for the corner
And I can see you
Fulfilling your dream
And I get confused and fall down
ah...ah...ah...ah