END OF THE RACE
(To the tune of "End of the Age," from the Kansas album Drastic Measures)
 

When the lights die down and your blood runs cold
Then you know what you fear most is in the polls
The clock winds down and the judges rule
For the dawn that follows may resolve your duel

To the White House only one may pass
Only the chosen enters in
Seek your lawyers 'fore they're homeward-bound...

For the chad in the ballot card is falling
Votes hang in the balance, one by one
Learn from our stays, the Court is calling
For here's the end of the race

Now the hand recount brought the margin near
But the standard of your counting is unclear
"Anything to win," whether good or ill, is a sickness of the heart
The mark of Bill

To the White House only one may pass
Only the chosen enters in
Seek your lawyers 'fore they're homeward-bound...

For the chad in the ballot card is falling
Votes hang in the balance, one by one
Learn from our stays, the Court is calling
For here's the end of the race

Sword and shield, Constitution power's protecting us, directing us
Justices enforcing the rule of the law with a ruling from on high

When the lawsuits fail and you're shown the door,
Then election day will end forever more
And the pols who believed in the recount push
Will be witness to a world that's led by Bush

For the chad in the ballot card is falling
Votes hang in the balance, one by one
Learn from our stays, the Court is calling
For here's the end of the race