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, with your hands

I’ve got my friends safe in a cocoon

But I’ve read enough to know it will end, 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

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