The Finish Line

Artist: Steve Taylor | Album: Squint | © 1993 Warner Alliance Music / Soylent Tunes

Once upon an average morn an average boy was born for the second time
Prone upon the altar there he whispered up a prayer he’d kept hid inside Vision came he saw the odds a hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
These will vie to take your place, but Father, by your grace I will never

And I saw you, upright and proud; and I saw you wave to the crowd
And I saw you laughing out loud at the Philistines
And I saw you brush away rocks; and I saw you pull up your socks
And I saw you out of the blocks for the finish line

Darkness falls, the Devil stirs, as your vision blurs you start stumbling
The heart is weak, the will is gone, and every strong conviction comes
tumbling down
Malice reigns, the acid guile was sucking at your shoes while the mud is
It floods the trail, it bleeds you dry as every little god buys his pound
of flesh

And I saw you licking your wounds, and I saw you weave your cocoons,
And I saw you changing your tune for the party line
And I saw you welsh on old debts, and I saw you and your comrades bum cigarettes
And you hemmed, and you hawed, and you hedged all your bets waiting for a sign

Let’s wash our hands as we throw little fits
Am Let’s all wash our hands as we curse hypocrites
We lie in the washroom turning old tricks
Deaf and joyless and full of it

Vision came he saw the odds
A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
These have tried to take your place
But Father, by your grace I will never kneel
I will never kneel

Off in the distance, bloodied but wise
As you squint with the light of the truth in your eyes
And I saw you, both hands were raised
And I saw your lips move in praise
And I saw you steady your gaze for the finish line
Every idol, like dust, a word scattered them all
And I rose to my feet when you scaled the last wall
And I gasped when I saw you fall, in his arms
At the finish line
At the finish line
Oh, At the finish line