Saint of Speed
(mmmmm) Yellow helmet in the pouring rain
Chasing inches on a slick black lane
He could see a line nobody saw
Dancing on the edge of nature's law
Never lifted when the heavens broke
Spoke of God with every turn he took
He wasn't running
just to beat the clock
He was looking for where time would stop
Oh,
Ayrton, flying through the grey
Carried Brazil
on his back every Sunday
Down at Tamburello the world stood still No man ever had that
kind of will They retired the colors,
but they kept the grace
Still the fastest ghost in the human race
Up in Monaco
between the stone and guard
Finding daylight
when the curve was hard
Three gold trophies in the summer sun
Never proud until the work was done Left his heart
upon that sacred track
Knowing deep inside you don't look back
He wasn't running just to beat the clock
He was looking for where
time would stop (oh
yeah)
Oh, Ayrton, flying through the grey
Carried Brazil
on his back every Sunday
Down at Tamburello the world stood still
No man ever had that kind of will They retired the colors,
but they kept the grace Still the fastest ghost in the human
race
Green and gold beneath the quiet rain
Rest your weary soul,
my
friend (ahhhh)