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
