It s not over till we run out of track
It s not over until we have to head back
So why should I push to see those lines?
Cause I was born with top speeds on my mind

Car number 20 that s your last ride of the day

Words I never thought would taste so sweet
Don t you know, words that mean nothing to me
So why waste time when I just don t see the end?
Why waste time when I ll beat my best friends?
Why waste time when I do it all again?

So where s the mystery?
You, the clock, and I make three
Talk is cheap as is the proof
Try again? I ll make it up to you

On your mark, set, go!
What you don t want to know.
What you don t want to hear.

Cause all I hear is cowardice
Underneath our summer sun
All I hear is cowardice
Underneath our summer sun

Underneath our summer sun
Is where you ll find me waiting
Until that summer sun just fails to shine.
Could be I ll be there waiting
Why oh why can t I?