Album: Paper Scissors Stone

Arabian Derby

I never feared the rain
Until you turned to me
And said you'd failed again
It makes a perfect day so lame
And leads us halfway
To nowhere...
And so the players
Have changed
Soon we'll memorise the names
But somehow something's
Never quite the same
Still we'll stake a claim
You can count us in again
Cos' everyone's a winner baby
Hedge your bets
Get set and maybe
We could be the first
To cross the line...

Get up, get set, get ready
Get high, get low, get even
Cos' we're living
In inimitable style
Chasing the ultimate prize...

You'd make a fine millionaire
It's only natural to celebrate
But someone's got to
Be there to pay
And we never get there...

So take some time on our own
We burn enough alone
Close but still not fully grown
Pulling marrow from a bone
But there's no turning back
So count us in again...

Cos' everyone's a winner baby
Hedge your bets
Get set and maybe
We could be the first
To cross the line...

Get up, get set, get ready
Get high, get low, get even
Cos' we're living
In inimitable style
Chasing the ultimate prize...

Going back to the old house
The Marigolds just go to show
That some of us should
Never have left home
But see I'm still counting
Another flash in the pan
A quick and instant forming tan
It seems to grow on me
Taking inches from a mile
But I'm all for throwing
It on the line...