Britt Wilson - Track Record Lyrics

Acrid like regret
The taste in my mouth
Tastes of not getting over it
It was sacred, let's not forget
Now we shake in the doubt
Yeah, we quake like a leaflet
There's got to be a way to erase and start fresh
Like when time does a dance
An erratic dance with an Etch-a-Sketch
A wild fandango, a mild presto change-o
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
Hard to say when it began
There's no tracing back to that faraway land
Let's lay a new line down
Label it start, shoot a shot in the dark
There's got to be a way to erase and start fresh
Like when time does a dance
An erratic dance with an Etch-a-Sketch
A wild fandango, a mild presto change-o
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
I'll drop my need to be right all the time
If you drop your side when you're holding the line
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
We've been running
Full-out, full-out
We've been running
Full-out, full-out
Our track record's headed due South
Due South
Time gets honeyed, like in a dream
My mind is racing, scene by scene
And as I look up at the running clock
I see myself alone in the starting blocks
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set
And go
Go as far as you can go
Go
Go as far as you can go