(Michael Weston King )

I know it’s over
Our race is run
You were once on my shoulder
Now you’ve passed me and gone

Since you pulled away I can’t catch my breath
Someone fired the starting pistol and scared you half to death
Our race is run

I know it’s over
We’ve had our day
That last ray of sunshine
Just clouded away

Since you went away the nights have grown long
Since you went away all that I hear are the saddest songs
Our day is done

I sleep, in the darkest of rooms, oh my love
Here, where I dream of you, oh my love
How could you really think about leaving
How could you really think about leaving….
I know it’s over

Since you pulled away and I fell behind
The tracks of my tears run in straight lines
This taste of defeat is the bitter, sweetest kind.
Our race is run
Our race is run
Our race is run
I know it’s over
Our race is run