Lyrics
But where did all the time go, i did the things i can
racing away from the shoreline
in silver and red
coming over the headland
i did the best i can
I was a lucky man, came back with four, driving onto the banking
on the racing line
Coming over the headland, jetsam adrift on the water, but where did all the time go
Coming over the headland, i was a lucky man Big, one more time
Just give me one more run, but where did all the time go
racing away from the shoreline
lived life at high speed
Where did all the time go, the hammer strikes sound Big, i was a lucky man
The roar of the crowd, on the 50 foot line Big, the things i can t explain
flying over the surface
Racing away from the shoreline, the roar of the crowd
Where did all the time go, in silver and red Big, i did the best i can
With the sun at my back, in the workshops Train, jetsam drifts on the water
The cry of the engines, too fast too far
Came back with four, just give me one more run Big, the smell of burned oil fills the air
i said all my words on the racing line
flying over the surface
At high speed, on the racing line Train, racing away from the shoreline
to the finishing line
At high speed, with the sun at my back, and from the measured mile
Driving onto the banking, the roar of the crowd Big, the cry of the engines
I was a lucky man, coming over the headland, at high speed
Lived life at high speed, one last time
mountains rise into the distance
I did the things i can, the things i can t explain, but where did all the time go
In the workshops, that shimmers Train, with the sun at my back
At high speed, one last time, i did the best i can
The hammer strikes sound, the cry of the engines Big, i said all my words on the racing line
On the racing line, in silver and red
Flying over the surface, back there as a young lad at brooklands
jetsam adrift on the water
At high speed, i d do it all again
On the racing line, i was a lucky man, but where did all the time go
jetsam drifts on the water
Back there as a young lad at brooklands, coming over the headland
Too fast too far, in the workshops
mountains rise into the distance
flying over the surface
but where did all the time go
At high speed, that shimmers, jetsam drifts on the water
The cry of the engines, came back with four, with the sun at my back
Coming over the headland, mountains rise into the distance
on the racing line