Pit Crew's Lament Punch that clock: Gotta fix it all Throw a wrench, time to overhaul. Make it shiny, make it new. So much work that I gotta do. 12 hour days never see the sun; Don't feel the breeze or river run. Hard at work before the morning dew, No time to stay in bed with you. Greasy hands and aching back, It's time to get out on the track. Rubber warm and morning light, This time I swear I'll make it right. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. But I gotta live this life I choose. And every dollar home I send's another step toward the end. A coffee black and hands all grey, I grab my tools for another day. Those hands have built the life I love This is the dream I've been speaking of.