Ask me how I’m feeling

I’m freewheeling

Where I come from, we don’t know how to lose

Call it a seventh sense

measured in dollars and cents

If you don’t like it, read the name on the soles of my shoes

The gun goes off in my head

It’s the sound I dread

The leader or the led? All eyes are on me

Time to go out in style

To ride one last trial

Ninety seven miles to the Champs Elysées

Hurt lasts a minute, a day, a year of pain

Losing lasts until you win again

Who can ever know

What makes a good man throw

Everything aside for the sake of winning?

Still the darkness grows

Through my skin and bones

I’m a man more sinned against than sinning

What’s turning these wheels

Blood sweat and steel

A heart that cannot feel itself pumping

It’s nothing if not real,

The pedal and the wheel

Ask me how I feel, I feel nothing

Cover yourself in glory and it’s never enough

When you’ve made the money, you can do it for love