Bridge
Steel skeletons and concrete skin
span over waters cold and wide.
My two homes lie on either side,
the sins that divided them buried in the deep.
Childhood journeys in rusty cars,
my father and I together and alone.
Music fills the great divide,
our bridge between absence and truth.
Steel skeletons and concrete skin
will never let me forget.
span over waters cold and wide.
My two homes lie on either side,
the sins that divided them buried in the deep.
Childhood journeys in rusty cars,
my father and I together and alone.
Music fills the great divide,
our bridge between absence and truth.
Steel skeletons and concrete skin
will never let me forget.