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