The Bridge

Crossing 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 all those who would choose to turn back the other way

But you and me have 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 own bridge to cross

Weather worn and sea tossed

We've our own bridge to cross let's not

Make any excuses

Na na na

You and me have own bridge to cross

Weather worn and sea tossed

We've our own bridge to cross let's not

Make any excuses