Taste of SecondTotal Recall

Flew to London, so certain, the prodigy, the one My victory lap, I thought, before the race had even run Stepped on the stage, the lights were hot, the moment felt so pure A perfect V-shape taper, confident and so secure I saw the others, saw their lines, but I felt I stood apart The mass, the power, a living sculpture, a brand new work of art The crowd was with me, I could feel it, the energy, the pull A future king among the men, my cup was getting full But the pedestal is a lonely place, when you're looking up A taste of second, a bitter drop in a victor's cup Chet Yorton had the chisel, yeah, a lesson I would learn It's not enough to be the best, you have to wait your turn Or never wait at all, just burn the whole stage to the ground A silent vow I made that night, without a single sound I told myself I went to compete, a lie I let myself believe A safety net for my own pride, a trick up my own sleeve But what if I had gone to win? To dominate, to own? Would I have trained a different way? A different seed be sown? The flight back home was quiet, just the humming of the plane Replaying every pose, every moment, in the falling rain Of my reflection in the window, a kid who got it wrong The fire wasn't hot enough, the will was not as strong The pedestal is a lonely place, when you're looking up A taste of second, a bitter drop in a victor's cup Chet Yorton had the chisel, yeah, a lesson I would learn It's not enough to be the best, you have to wait your turn Or never wait at all, just burn the whole stage to the ground A silent vow I made that night, without a single sound Never again.. never just compete.. win.