Speed Trials - 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 'til 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

I’m running speed trials 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

I’m running speed trials standing in place

It’s just a brief smile crossing your face

I’m running speed trials all over the place

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh