Cross that bridge if it moves you,
Pacing steps for missing boards
On the other side
There is always more road
There are always sinking bridges
Can't breathe, this air, for long
Took her shoes off
Goodbye, old things, you can't come along
Like a funeral, she left so quiet
Like a birthday song, she sang
Oh, oh, I am here with the welcome trees
And they know my first name
Come to wave your arms at us,
come to wave your arms
Set on the fleece side wall
with gold bricks and black holes
Won't she come back?
Said those black shoes, that sit by a bridge
A forgotten man he sinks alone
Like a crushing blow, it said,
No, no, she'll die there, with her welcome trees,
Where they know her first name