Bridges (Travessia)

I have crossed a thousand bridges

In my search for something real

There were great suspension bridges

Made like spider webs 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 her in the distance

On the rivers of a shore

And her hands reach out longing

As my own have done before

And I call across to tell her

Where I believe the bridge must lie

And I’ll find it, yes, I’ll find it

If I search until I die

Then the bridge is between us

We’ll have nothing to say

We will run through the sunlight

And she’ll meet me half way

There’s a bridge made of colors

In the sky high above

And I’m certain that somewhere

There’s a bridge made out of love

Love!