I'm no Kate or any other type of bush, but I can rewrite lyrics just the same:
Pray God you can cope
I stand outside this Primoz's work, this Primoz's world
Ooh, it's hard on the fan, now haters are taking over
But the race will start soon for our Roglič
I know you have a little life in you yet
I know you have a lot of strength left
I know we're not even in week three yet
I know you're not into luck merchantry or theft
I should be crying, but I just can't let it show
I should be hoping, but why isn't he sprinting?
All the things I should've said that I never said (if I had spoken, I would have been in big trouble)
All the things he should've won that he never did
All the trophies he should have had, but he doesn't
Oh, Tarling, make him stomp again
And bring him to Rome free of pain