In the beginning you'll break all your old rules
the further you walk from stuff of fools
The devil gets started in small things out the back
And though you've already started
you're only steps from the track
Because it’s the same old race
with all of the same old faces
Thank god for that
No need to make all your choices
The markers will try to drop you like a cold stone
The fallen will watch you from behind
Ten silver hurdles to dog you
The sky will grow old
But you will grow taller with each step
until you're too big for the world
Because its the same old race
with all of the same old faces
Thank god for that
The choices were always so easy for you
You knew what to do
And you always came through
So thank god for you