Reluctantly crouched at the starting line

Engines pumping and thumping in time

The green light flashes, the flags go up

Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup

They deathly maneuver and muscle for rank

Fuel burning fast on an empty tank

Rackless and wild, they pour through the turns

The prowess is potent and secretly stern

As they speed through the finish, the flags go down

The fans get up and they get out of town

The arena is empty, except for one man

Still driving and striving as fast as he can

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up

And long ago somebody left with the cup

But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns

I'm thinking of someone who he still burns

But he's going the distance

But he's going for speed

She's on a low earth

Welcome to Talking Giants presented by John Boy Media

I'm your host Bobby Skinner here with my co-host Justin Pennick

On today's show we got a good amount of stuff to get to

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