Besedila: Grateful Dead. Reckoning (Live). The Race is On.

I feel tears welling up from down deep inside
Like my heart's got a big break
And a stab of loneliness sharp
And painful that I may never shake

You might think that I'm taking it hard
Since you broke me off with a call
You might wager that I'll hide in sorrow
And I might lay right down and bawl

Now the race is on
And here comes pride up the back stretch
Heartaches a goin' to the inside
My tears are holding back, tryin' not to fall

My heart's our of the running
True love scratched for another's sake
The race is on and it looks like heartaches
And the winner loses all

One day I ventured in love, never once suspecting
What the final result would be
Now I live in fear of waking up each morning
And finding that you're gone from me

There's an aching pain in my heart
For the name of the one that I hated to face
Someone else came out to win her
And I came out in second place