She’s driving a jalopy with a top speed of 35 mph in the Daytona 500.” … 125 laps behind the leader. I don’t think anyone gives a damn that she insists on staying in the race to the end — even though the arm is going to fall off the guy waving the checkered flag long before she reaches it.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But (s)he’s driving and striving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom (s)he still burns
(S)he’s going the distance
(S)he’s going for speed
She’s all alone (all alone)
All alone in her time of need