People Pumping Pedals

I'm running out of time All estranged frozen in their place Disappearing by the tracks inside my mind Why were you so kind I never saw a stranger in your face But braced for colder weather down the line You're a boy behind an old man's eyes Full of stories: the things that never die I wanna drink you with wine by fireside But with people pumping pedals Who knows where I'll see you on the ride Through the mountainside Swollen backs laid all the tracks Not knowing what was on the other side So the cities swelled with people pumping pedals Throwing glowing wishes in the wishing well Well I'm a woman with endless sense of pride Full of stories: the things that never die I'll keep moving and never go inside With people pumping pedals Maybe someday you'll be right there Ooo I'm a woman who is running out of time For telling her stories: the things that never die I'll stop I'll stop I'll stop moving And I will go inside With people pumping pedals Maybe someday you'll be right there By my side