Race In The Sky

I check the indicators
The race it’s on its way

Feeling like an eagle

Hunting down its prey

The engines scream I feel the thrust

A lightning strikes the ground

I know that I can make it

I’ll break the speed of sound

My wings are made of metal

My nerves are made of steel

Sweating in the cockpit

I gasp and grind my teeth

Flying on the razor’s edge

Makes me feel Godlike

I have the pulse I‘ve got the guts

To win again tonight

High in the sky

Race against time

High in the sky

Race against time

I have the pulse I‘ve got the guts

To win again tonight

I have the pulse I‘ve got the guts

To win again tonight

High in the sky

Race against time

High in the sky

Race against time