400 Metres lyrics

Can`t you see the black strap
It holds me up, for the last lap
I know I said I had a good time
But now I`m sprawled across the finish line

I`m pickin` up the straws
And now I`m wonderin` how I did because
The situation`s heavy
And the competition`s thin
Now I`ve got to wake up
So I can get back on my feet again

Could you spare some common sense
It`s a brave gamble, so just give it up
Now you know about those people in the sky
Well they`re the same folks that held me up

I`m sortin` out my flaws
Because I`m runnin` last place, and the look on my face says
This record`s disappearing
And my system`s on the mend
But I`ll never know who wins
Until I make it to the end

Take care of what you preach, right
`Cause no one cares about your mike fright
But when the pen is to paper, I never stop to think
That I should stop thinkin` about you that way

The signing of this mock simulation
Plots a course towards some clarification
It`s a keenly realized fabrication
Comin` from your radio station

But I`ll be running 400 metres again