The Distance - Cake

No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no line
He's haunted by something he cannot define
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse
Assail him, impale him, with monster truck force
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade
'Cause he's racing, and pacing, and plotting the course
He's fighting, and biting, and riding on his horse

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's striving, and driving, and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns