The tough of the track
With the wind
And the rain that's beating down on
Your back
Your heart's beating loud
And goes on getting louder
And goes on even more 'til the
Sound is ringing in your head
With every step you tread
And every breath you take
Determination
Makes [bad word] never stop
Got to win got [bad word] 'til you drop
Keep the pace hold the race
Your mind is getting clearer
You're over half way there
But the miles they never seem to end
As if you're in a dream
Not getting anywhere
It seems so futile [bad word] on and [bad word] on and on
The loneliness of the long [bad word] 
I've got to [bad word] the course
I've got to [bad word] and win at
All costs
I've got to keep going be strong
Must be so determined and push myself on [bad word] over stiles across fields
Turn to look at who's on your heels
Way ahead of the field
The line is getting nearer but do
You want the glory that goes
You reach the final stretch
Ideals are just a trace
You feel like throwing the race
It's all so futile [bad word] on and [bad word] on and on
The loneliness of the long [bad word] 
Run on and [bad word] on and on
The loneliness of the long [bad word]