Lyrics

welcome to the race: you?d better pace
yourself my friend, the end's so far away
you?ve got forever and a day to go
pedal hard or pedal gently
you're well advised to gaze intently onwards
and ignore the road below

fantasies of victories can only please your enemies
to dream can be the worst disease of all
you'll never own the maillot jaune- you might wear it for a day
if you stay the course and do not fall

hear the air ? yeah, it's blowing fair
you're going where the sirens' lair is
and there they sing
and yes it's true they're calling you
they're calling everyone else too
nothing you can do but just keep pedalling

who makes the rules? we may be fools
to keep on trying - we may be dying
with every mile that we progress
is it god above, whose holy love
alone's enough to make this road
the road of sweet success?

or is there in the undergrowth some darker force controlling both
our actions and the distractions we face?
if destiny's a certainty then freedom's in the tomb
are we doomed to failure in the race?

the pedals turn; the more they turn
the more we learn how little it is
we know of anything
but giving in to your mortal skin would be a sin
you cannot win, but there's triumph in
just keeping pedalling

you know although it's slow you chose to go alone
you closed your mind, you froze inside and now you find
you're tied to riding as one
a friend could lend a hand, could speed you
feed you, and could free you from your greed
i mean, you need a little fun

oh but no, you have to show us all you'll never fall apart
you're all heart - you'll never tire
'cause yes, it is a test of your nerve ?
can you preserve your need, your desire?

if you survive and you are blithe
and always strive but never brake
you have the makings of a king
alone against them all, riding tall
you may be on trial but you can smile
'cause all the while you're pedalling