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