Taking The Inside Rail Sting

Did you ever have a dream that you were running?
Where the ground is like a wheel beneath your feet?
And no matter how you tried you just weren't moving
In whatever race you're running you'd be beat?
In whatever race you're running you'd be beat?

They tell me I'm a loser
I'm a hopeless freak
I look kind of funny and my little legs are weak
The wrong side of the blanket
The wrong side of the track
I hear the accusations when they talk behind my back

All the money is on the favorite
I don't get a second glance
I'm not even in the running here with an outside chance

And then I see your lovely face
Stand up and I'm back in the race
Nothing is going to stop me
I wasn't born to fail
I'm taking the inside rail

All the odds against me
In the two horse race
If I stand up they push me back down flat on my face
They tell me it's impossible
It's just the way I'm bred
And get these crazy notions right out of my head