It is the 2nd race of my life:

I walk under a rope onto a stretch of concrete
That lies behind the starting line
Dozens of

Run Away

Run child, run away
Flee the horrors of today
Avoid the marks of death and fear
leave your sorrows and your tears

The

You're running away from what we have

You're ruining any chances we ever had

You're sending me signs that are mixing me

The pavement glistens,

The roadway thickens,

With three thousand pounding feet.

Spectators stopping

"Elvis" sings,