Racing Like a Pro

Racing Like A Pro - The National

Written by：Bryce Dessner/Bryan Devendorf/Aaron Dessner/Matt Berninger/Scott Devendorf

You're pink

You're young

You're middle class

They say it doesn't matter

Fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands

You're shooting up the ladder

Your mind is racing like a pro now

Oh my God

It doesn't mean a lot to you

One time

You were a glowing young ruffian

Oh my God

It was a million years ago

Sometimes you get up

And bake a cake or something

Sometimes you stay in bed

Sometimes you go

La di da di da di da da

Till your eyes roll back into your head

Your mind is racing like a pro now

Oh my God

It doesn't mean a lot to you

One time

You were a glowing young ruffian

Oh my God it was a million years ago

You're dumb struck baby

You're dumb struck

Baby

Now you know

You're dumb struck baby

You're dumb struck

Baby

Now you know

Your mind is racing like a pro now

Oh my God

It doesn't mean a lot to you

One time you were a glowing young ruffian

Oh my God

It was a million years ago

You're dumb struck

Baby

You're dumb struck

Baby

Now you know

You're dumb struck

Baby

You're dumb struck

Baby

Now you know

You're dumb struck

Baby