In poleposition everything looked great.
I was immortal, to win was my fate.
I could have slowed down but the pace felt fine.
I look back but I won’t allow myself to whine.
IT’S ALWAYS EASY TO BE SMART
WHEN THINGS ARE DONE.
NOW I’M STUCK AND MORE
LOCKED UP THAN A CON.
I was drunk, eager to be brave.
One jump and I’m tied down like a slave.
And now I roll through everyday.
I can’t move but I’m alive anyway.
IT’S ALWAYS EASY…