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 till the sound
Is ringing in your head,
With every step you tread,
And every breath you take,
Determination makes
 [bad word] 
Never stop,
Gotta win, [bad word] till you drop,
Keep the pace,
Hold the race,
Your mind is getting clearer,
You're over halfway there but the miles
Just never seem to end
As if you're in a dream,
Not getting anywhere.
It seems so futile.

Припев: [bad word]  on and on, [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]  [bad word]  on and on, [bad word]  on and on,
The loneliness of the long [bad word]