Requiem for the Lost Racer

Black asphalt, cold and deep (shhh)

The engine wakes from its broken sleep

Ghostly tires on a haunted line

This time, the checkered flag is mine

I feel the spark,

the metal starts to scream (ooh) Rising up from a forgotten dream

Out of the shadows,

back from the grave To take the victory they never gave!

Burning rubber on the golden track

No turning back! (yeah)

The rival specters watch me pass

Shattered mirrors, broken glass

But the finish line is coming clear

Driven by fire, not by fear

I crossed the line!

(I'm home...)