Scanner - The Race

See the rushing crowd of people
Hurries to a place to go
Anxious about wasting too much time

Seems they hasten to a shelter
From a raging wind and storm
In the thick of things I can find mine

Have a look what happened to us all
The only choice you have is stand or fall

Ere my last day yet to come
I swear this oath right to the sun
As writ large in my face
I’m here on earth to win the race

Wondering who will pay the bill
For the common entry fee
For the play-offs of the madden crowd

Finally it’s how it’s always told
Most precious things in life are bearing gold

Ere my last day yet to come
I swear this oath right to my son
As writ large in his face
He’s here on earth to win the race

Pressure to get higher grades
Each a victim of his fate
Always on the run we’re having fun

Shooting rampage here and there
Society of dump-and- burn
Brave new world is far from charity

Keeping up the pace until you’re old
Wise words have no chance of being told

Ere my last day yet to come
I swear this oath right to the sun
As writ large in my face
I’m here on earth to win the race
Before my last day yet to come
I swear this oath right to my son
As writ large in his face
He’s here on earth to win the race