This is just another bridge

Covered in snow I’d cross this bridge

Even though it’s old and blue

Somehow I know It’ll let me through

 

This is just another bridge

A thousand times I’ve crossed this bridge

The wood chimes beneath my shoes

Dropping dimes in rivers blue

 

This is just another bridge

Singing in spring I’d cross this bridge

But I’d bring my old canoe

And some string to hold on to