The Distance Cake     Reluctantly crouched at the starting line, Engines pumping and thumping in time The green light flashes, the flags go up Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank, Fuel burning fast on an empty tank Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns Their prowress is potent and secretly stern As they speed throught the finish, the flags go down The fans get up and they get out of town The arena is empty except for one man, Still driving and striving as fast as he can The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup But he's drinving and striving and hugging the turns And thinking of someone for whome he still burns...    He's going the distance  He's going for speed  She's all alone  In her time of need  Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,  He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,  He's going the distance   No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine, He's haunted by something he cannot define Bowl-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse, Assail him, impail him with monster-truck force In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade She's hoping in time that her memories will fade 'Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns And thinking of someone for whom he still burns   'Cause he's going the distance He's going for speed She's all alone In her time of need Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse He's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse, He's going the distance He's going for speed He's going the distance... From: "Melinda Ching"