the distance

music moves me…

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he’s driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He’s going the distance…


Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines humping 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 prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through 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 driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom 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 line,
He’s haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale 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.

the mp3 is here please download rather than stream. thanks.

9 thoughts on “the distance

  1. Well, dang – I missed a party?
    And i was awake and bored too.
    I think I like the continuing “soundtrack of kd’s existance”…

  2. i work the other end of the clock, it seems. i’m sitting here listening to the music i’m performing sunday night for a resurrection sunday celebration. as i listen, i’m reading my favorite blogs. good morning kd. i’m glad you had a good night.

  3. At first I was afrai I was petrified
    Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side.
    But then I spent so many nights just thinking how you did me wrong
    I grew strong
    And I learned how to get along
    But now your back
    From outer space
    I just came in to find you hear with that sad look upon your face
    I should have changed that fucking lock
    I should have made you leave your key
    If I’d have known for just one second you’d be back to bother me…

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