Old Fashioned Courses

I look out my window and all I see are stars
The feeling of dirt in my shoes hangs so very far
All I want is the smell of burnt rubber in my soul

I’m always running and I never get anywhere fast
Relatively it’s all the same is all I learn in this class
All I want is wind in the flag at my goal

I wanna race on those old fashioned courses
Measure my engine by the power of my horses
And close my eyes as I go speeding along