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 to 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

an his hands reach out in longing

as my own have 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 until i die

when the bridge is between us

we'll have nothing to say

we will run through the sunlight

and he'll meet me halfway

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