Lyrics:

Fourteen kids in an old church van
With a light in their eyes
And some tracts in their hands

Sixty miles an hour seems 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
Like a blitz

They've had three flats and their radiators 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 hands
Fourteen kids in an old church van

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

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
Fourteen kids in an old church van

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

We all want to run
The race to win
Never giving up or giving in
Like a blitz