Let The Games Begin
An empty gym, it's six a.m.; the silence -- deafening.
Tired eyes, tired bones -- here we go again.
No one makes me do it; no one makes me come.
Something deep inside of me won't let me stay at home.Let the games begin, and may the best man win.
The training's done -- our place is in the sun,
Let the games begin.Every day, rain or shine, I hit the blackened street.
Five a.m., ten long miles is murder on the feet.
Even on the tough days, when I feel cold and drenched,
I won't give up because I have this fire that can't be quenched.Let the games begin, and may the best man win.
The training's done -- our place is in the sun.
Let the games begin.Atlanta, now the world's my gym; the crowd's roar -- deafening.
Butterflies, tension's high; I'm ready to begin.Let the games begin, and may the best man win.
The training's done -- my place is in the sun.
Let the games begin.