Speed Trials -
by Elliott Smith
| He's pleased to meet you underneath the horse | |
| In the cathedral with the glass stained black | |
| Singing sweet high notes that echo back | |
| To destroy their master | |
| May be a long time until you get the call-up | |
| But it's sure as fate and hard as your luck | |
| No one'll know where you are | |
| It's just a brief smile crossing your face | |
| Running speed trials still standing in place | |
| When the socket's not a shock enough | |
| You little child, what makes you think you're tough? | |
| When all the people you think you're above | |
| They all know what's the matter | |
| You're such a pinball, yeah, you know it's true | |
| There's always something you go back running to | |
| To follow the path of no resistance | |
| It's just a brief smile crossing your face | |
| Running speed trials standing in place | |
| It's just a brief smile crossing your face | |
| Running speed trials all over the place |