And smell the fuel as it burns.
They sit in line racing their motors,
In wild anticipation waiting for their turns.
Determination is on their faces,
While they wait for the green light.
They dream of making it to the end first,
Hoping that their engine is running right.
To them there is nothing better,
Than the strength of a racing car.
As they race down the track to be first,
Wishing for that moment to be a star.
But even if they don’t win,
They’ll still have a smile on their face.
Because if their car is still running,
That’s good reason for another race.