400 Metres — текст песни (sloan)

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(S) 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 is 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 noone cares about your Mic-fright
But when the pen is to paper, I never stop to think,
that I should stop thinkin` about you that way.
Whooo.
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 runnin` 400 metres,
again...