Arabian Derby - Catatonia

I never feared the rain

Until you turned to me

And said you’d failed again

It makes a perfect day so lame

And leads us halfway

To nowhere…

And so the players

Have changed

Soon we’ll memorise the names

But somehow something’s

Never quite the same

Still we’ll stake a claim

You can count us in again

Cos' everyone’s a winner baby

Hedge your bets

Get set and maybe

We could be the first

To cross the line…

Get up, get set, get ready

Get high, get low, get even

Cos' we’re living

In inimitable style

Chasing the ultimate prize…

You’d make a fine millionaire

It’s only natural to celebrate

But someone’s got to

Be there to pay

And we never get there…

So take some time on our own

We burn enough alone

Close but still not fully grown

Pulling marrow from a bone

But there’s no turning back

So count us in again…

Cos' everyone’s a winner baby

Hedge your bets

Get set and maybe

We could be the first

To cross the line…

Get up, get set, get ready

Get high, get low, get even

Cos' we’re living

In inimitable style

Chasing the ultimate prize…

Going back to the old house

The Marigolds just go to show

That some of us should

Never have left home

But see I’m still counting

Another flash in the pan

A quick and instant forming tan

It seems to grow on me

Taking inches from a mile

But I’m all for throwing

It on the line…