Here they come turning down the corner
Neck to neck, they dare to turn their shoulder
The fear of losing
They rather keep on running
They finally reach the finish line, they did it
The crowd cheers them on, but he doubts it
"He's creeping up my shoulder"
He runs down the line, daring to check behind
The race is over, turn your shoulder
Or you'll never stop
You keep running, slow down honey
Nothing to run from.
