Testo The Test

The replay says it's umpire's call
The minute hand ticks towards twelve
Our paths may cross a hundred times
We run together for ourselves

Each and every time we face
A new attack against our guard
Plant our best foot forward Turn the edging inches into yards

And it's never over
Turn to the mark and run again
It's never over
Uncovered tracks are melting in the rain

The torment of the shortest run
As yet another sends you back
You get into your stride and then
Too soon are forced to change your tack

Boundaries lie all around
We cut towards them falling short
But hook and pull that chain away Determined that we'll not be caught

And it's never over
Turn to the mark and run again
It's never over
Uncovered tracks are melting in the rain

Twenty-twenty vision isn't always for the best
Curb your bodyline decisions
Face the ordeal, take the test