Finish Line

Wait here for the flag to fall And follow me to the edge of town Your family’s seen you on your bike All they say is it’s such a waste of time Stay clear of the runner up He’s got some tricks he’s not afraid to try I stopped racing years ago I stopped listening – I stopped speaking The world has kept you on your toes Speak to me with your hands I’ve got my friends safe in a cocoon But I’ve read enough to know it will end Kerosene is my last line of defense Against all the rules I’ve bent I’m in the dark there, I’m in the basement That’s where I keep them, that’s where they’re buzzing Last year was a good year, I beat myself to a bloody mess But blue is the colour of the days I’m hoping for What have you done to the mind you had Out there somewhere is the finish line I came to on a bed I must have been taken by surprise I must have lost my head! Speak to me, if you can