I have crossed a thousand bridges, in my search for something real.
There are great suspension bridges made like spider webs of steel.
There are tiny wooden trestles, and there are 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 from sorrow that I pray will not last.
There's a bridge made from colors in the sky, high above.
And I'm certain that somewhere there's a bridge made out of love.