You know he's moving fast, Be he's still going slow, He's ahead in the race, And there is not far to go, And your load is so heavy And your legs want to rest. It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.
You think he's way up in front But he's so far behind. He's asleep in the grass, And he's run out of time. While your load was so heavy You never wanted to stop. It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.