Are you ever gonna
push me, let me run
and let me do?
I need it and I'm ready
and I haven't got a clue
Any track is turning but
the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion
but the stopping
drives me mad
Time is running out and
the illusion fades away
Time is running out
Another day is
on its way
On the fast lane of
the street I'm driving
Sometimes, somewhere
I'm arriving
Every day and
every night
Another day is ready,
coming up it drives
me mad
'Cos I haven't
got the notion,
got no clue
I need a plan
Another sun was
shining and he knew
he wasn't great
He didn't ever
talk about he knew
he couldn't wait
Are you ever gonna
push me, let me run
and let me do?
I need it and I'm ready
and I haven't got a clue
Any track is turning
but the race
is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion
but the stopping
drives me mad
Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen
This is Billy McClusky
from Palm Springs
reporting for
NBC Sports of America
Twenty seconds to the
start of the thirty-first
formula race on a hot
sunny afternoon here
in California