on repeat mode...

...in my player.

Bridges

I have crossed a thousand bridges
in my search for something real.
There were great suspension bridges,
made like spiderwebs of steel.
There were tiny wooden trestles,
and there were bridges made of stone.
I have always been a stranger
and I've always been alone.

There's a bridge to tomorrow,
there's a bridge from the past.
There's a bridge made of sorrow
that I pray will not last.
There's a bridge made of colors
in the sky high above
and I think that there must be
bridges made out of love.

I can see him in the distance
on the river's other shore,
and his hands reach out in longing
as my own have done before.
And I call across to tell him
where I believe the bridge must lie,
and I'll find it,
yes, I'll find it,
if I search until I die.

When the bridge is between us,
we'll have nothing to fear.
We will run through the sunlight
and you'll meet me halfway.
There's a bridge made of colors
in the sky high above
and I'm certain that somewhere
there's a bridge made of love