14 kids in an old church van.
With a light in their eyes and some tracts in their hands.
60 MPH feels way too slow
When you got the Chevy pointed down to Mexico.

We all want to run the race to win.
Never giving up or giving in.
Coming at you like a blitz.

They've had three flats
And their radiator's leaking.
Ain't nothing gonna keep 'em
From the prize that they're seeking.
They're riding all together
And it's in God's hand.

They're jamming at the show
and everybody's freakin'
Ain't nothing gonna keep 'em
from the prize that they're seeking.

They don't get around like ordinary fans.
14 kids in an old church van.

©1997 Up In The Mix Music (BMI)