well it's always been such a contest with you.
the score is never final 'til you say we're through.
and i built you a pair of wings, and onward you flew,
and now every so often i get a small bit of news.

but i'm tired of chasing medals.
i'll never run as fast as you backpedal.

and a few years after the games have passed,
you sit there watching your gold,
and i'm not so sure the silver and bronze
aren't just for the audience at home
and i resign myself to the distance
the million laps it would take to reach where you sit
the salt in my eyes and my weak jello heart
and i wonder if it's even worth it.

well there are some dreams that you'll never capture
they loom over your head and they block out the sun
and you stare at them, enraptured.

and that's how you fell out of love with me
and in love with higher stature
and your friends shook their heads and said
boy, you'd better hurry and catch her

cause she's tired of chasing medals.
she'll never run as fast as you backpedal.

and a few years after the games have passed,
you sit there watching your gold,
and i'm not so sure the silver and bronze
aren't just for the audience at home
and i resign myself to the distance
the million laps it would take to reach where you sit
the salt in my eyes and my weak jello heart
and i wonder if it's even worth it.

and i'm tired of chasing medals.
i'll never run as fast as you backpedal.

and a few years after the games have passed,
you sit there watching your gold,
and i'm not so sure the silver and bronze
aren't just for the audience at home
and i resign myself to the distance
the million laps it would take to reach where you sit
the salt in my eyes and my weak jello heart
and i wonder if it's even worth it.