Weary though weary is only a case
Of being unwound at the wrong time and place.
David put down his head and he covered his face,
He asked himself why he had bothered to race
With the sun.

He thought that standing still would have been a mistake.
He knew all along the risks he would take.
Can't help thinking that the whole thing's fake
And the race was fixed long before it had
Even been run.

He knew the sun sets a treacherous pace
That only madmen try to erase -
You can race it, you can chase it, for one moment,
But then you let go.

It's too hot to hold
For too long I've been told,
Besides, that old sun is just lucky
And so

Weary, though weary is only a case
Of being unwound at the wrong time and place.
David put down his head and he covered his face,
He asked himself why he had bothered to race
With the sun.

David knew who had won
And he waited for dawn.