The Real McKenzies
Pedals
When she starts to move
I can see heaven
The flowers agree
And blow pedals past
But this season there
Will be nothing growing
Empty it lays
In her open hand

Make it all a meager dream
Someone wake me from my sleep
No more counting discarded white livestock
Chasing lonely

Make it all a meager dream
Someone wake me from my sleep
No more counting discarded white livestock
Chasing empty

Seeing her mouth
Crest into a smile
It's enough to make my
My legs give way

But this journey you'll
Have to take solo
Awake in the past
Is where I must stay
No more counting discarded white livestock
Chasing lonely nights
Chasing lonely nights
Chasing lonely nights
Chasing lonely nights
Chasing lonely nights