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 from 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 her in the distance

on the river's other shore

and her hands reach out in longing

as my own have done before

And I call across to tell her

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 fear

We will run through the sunlight

and I'll meet her 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