The Prize

There are no secrets under the sun
All our troubles are rolled into one
Early warning, get ready to run
But it's hard to see clear
For we might disappear
With the prize hardly won

When books and theories daily contest
It's like a welcome from the chapel of rest
No salvation, no one is blessed
While in private we shake
There's no time to make
One small request

No more winners or losers
To talk into the night
No more beggars or choosers
They're drawn into the fight
They don't belong
The race is on

There are no secrets under the sun
All our troubles are rolled into one
Early warning, get ready to run
But it's hard to see clear
For we might disappear
With the prize hardly won

No more winners or losers
To talk into the night
No more beggars or choosers
They're drawn into the fight

No more winners or losers
To talk into the night
No more beggars or choosers
They're drawn into the fight
They don't belong
They don't belong
The race is on
They don't belong
They don't belong in this place any more