I am waiting at the start of the race
concentrated look upon my face
My foot is perfectly in it's perfect place
The sun is shining down
green jersey on my back
the number twenty two
is just the number that's in view
for you.
I'm ready for it all
just waiting for that call
waiting for it all
to fall in place
a smile of consideration
a small look of consternation
then a little look of worry
you'd better come here in a hurry.
The rows and rows of bleachers are
bare
the grass and my ass are bare
I'm naked there
I know you care
It's out of your hands
there's no one waiting in the stands
no one lurking with a watch to say I've won
and that it's done
so I stand here waiting
in the runner's stance
I wear no shorts or pants
for You