Song Description
People become self absorbed as they do their short stint on the planet. No matter what they do the race goes on...
| Song Length |
5:06 |
Genre |
Rock - Hard Rock, Rock - Heavy Metal |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Beside Yourself, Cross |
Subject |
Frustration, I, Me, Mine |
| Similar Artists |
AC/DC, Faith No More |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The Race Goes On
Words and Music: Paul Asher York
What a crazy place in the middle of space we do our thing
As we're spinning our wheels and busy cutting our deals
We've lost our sting
Am I a hopeless romantic or an idiot frantic under duress?
Am I a cog in this quicksand that lends a fake hand
To all this mess?
Oh what a wicked web we weave
As we see ourselves as something to believe
The race goes on
What a slap in the head to every Tom, Dick and Fred
Who throws their set
While talking their crap
Another moment has slipped in their debt
Am I a mindless enigma, a saint with a stigma
I must confess
That I'm nobody new, clear out of the blue, I can't express
Oh what a tangled web we weave
When we see ourselves important than why believe
The race goes on