Come to edge of town
The ole bridge
Over the gentle stream
Spring and summer
On the other side
••
Some speak of solitude
Of winter rags and coming death
•
Of remembered holiness
Of lonely years in old hotels
Of prostituted high school girls
Of children come and childhood slain
Of wars for gold for god for peace
••
(The ole bridge at the end of the lonely dying town)
••
Look into the mirror it IS yourself
Crossing over
COME!
DONT BE AFRAID!
••
Old lover
We know you
We know you are gone
We know what you wanted and what you did
We know of the lovers
We know of the kid
Of the murders
Of the terrors
••
Still
One image remains
••
Come
The bridge at the edge of town
Everybody crosses over
Even you
Even me
.••
Everybody accepts their fate
(The sense of love)
Eventually
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
Come to edge of town
The ole bridge
Over the gentle stream
Spring and summer
On the other side
••
Some speak of solitude
Of winter rags and coming death
•
Of remembered holiness
Of lonely years in old hotels
Of prostituted high school girls
Of children come and childhood slain
Of wars for gold for god for peace
••
(The ole bridge at the end of the lonely dying town)
••
Look into the mirror it IS yourself
Crossing over
COME!
DONT BE AFRAID!
••
Old lover
We know you
We know you are gone
We know what you wanted and what you did
We know of the lovers
We know of the kid
Of the murders
Of the terrors
••
Still
One image remains
••
Come
The bridge at the edge of town
Everybody crosses over
Even you
Even me
.••
Everybody accepts their fate
(The sense of love)
Eventually