Sloan - 400 METRES lyrics

It holds me up, for the last lap

I know I said I had a good time

But now I'm sprawled across the finish line

I'm pickin' up the straws

And now I'm wonderin' how I did because

The situation's heavy

And the competition's thin

Now I've got to wake up

So I can get back on my feet again

Could you spare some common sense

It's a brave gamble, so just give it up

Now you know about those people in the sky

Well they're the same folks that held me up

I'm sortin' out my flaws

Because I'm runnin' last place, and the look on my face says

This record's disappearing

And my system's on the mend

But I'll never know who wins

Until I make it to the end

Take care of what you preach, right

'Cause no one cares about your mike fright

But when the pen is to paper, I never stop to think

That I should stop thinkin' about you that way

The signing of this mock simulation

Plots a course towards some clarification

It's a keenly realized fabrication

Comin' from your radio station

But I'll be running 400 metres again