What will it feel like?
When I am at the track,
Smelling the burning tires,
And the sweet smell of gas.

How will it feel?
Hearing your laugh,
Hearing your rush of ideas,
And knowing that it is only the wind.

How will I feel when the adrenaline is high?
The gas is on full throttle,
And you are not there rushing around with excitement,
Tire temperature gage in hand.

What will it feel like?
Celebrating a win –
Seeing your car, feeling your spirit,
Knowing that you can only spectate.

How will I feel?
When I hold your hand,
And kiss you goodbye,
And watch the face I have loved
Turn to gray.

How will I cope?
When I know you will want us to l keep racing,
Hearing the wind,
Seeing shadows,
Feeling you spirit.

04/12/2003