Don't do racing,
when your on your own,
your feet down and raining,
I see that you have flown,

now then the years,
seem like memories brocken dreams,
how can i turn back around,
slip back and goin in the crowd,
if i could love ya,

don't go racing,
with the world in your head,
it's no generation,

now then the fear,
be memories brocken dreams,
how can you turn back around,
slip back and join in the crowd,
forces keep pushing me down,
yet i will love ya,
if you could love everyone of us,
if i could love ya,