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 has 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 'til I die

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'm certain that somewhere

There's a bridge made of love