The Bridge Songtext

von Grant Lee Buffalo

Crossin' the bridge where
Many lean to see
Over the rail to
Glance the
Trembling stream
Others stay to the center
Fearful it might sway
And those who would choose to
Turn back the other way.

But you and me
Have our own
Bridge to cross
Weather worn
And sea tossed
We've our own bridge to cross let's not
Make any excuses

I came upon someone's
Used and yellowed paperback
A collection of dreams and their
Meanings all conveyed
Seems to dream of a bridge
Denotes a thousand
Different things;
If the planks are secure,
Or the rope is broke or frayed

But you and me
Have our own
Bridge to cross
Weather warm
And sea tossed
We've our own bridge to cross let's not
Make any excuses.

You and me
Have our own
Bridge to cross
Weather warm
And sea tossed
We've our own bridge to cross let's not
Make any excuses.