I rise without climbing, Then tumble back down. I dance without feet, Yet never leave town. Coins and wishes gather near me. What am I?

We start our journey side-by-side, Hugging heels for a bumpy ride. We have no eyes, yet we love your shoes, We have no voice, but we hate to lose. A giant drum can pull us apart, Breaking a faithful pair at heart.

Born from a mountain, humbled by the tide I have no legs, across the water I glide. To a tuxedoed bird, I’m a wedding ring, But trapped inside your shoe, Im a maddening thing.

I am the subject of a running gag, With a big himbo and wrinkly hag, The right one gets you a ride to the lab, Who knows about the wrong one - but it's usually bad!

I am a path made of metal tracks. Trains travel on me to carry people and goods. What am I?