Bridges Still Singing (versie 2)

Verse

Daddy's old truck pulled a canoe across the creek bed

Grandma's garden still got a fence that never needed mending

Somebody painted '76 on the wooden post again

Like we'd lose the numbers if we didn't keep them in the yard

We called it the crick where the water turns brown

Spent our summers catching crawdads and watching sunset drown

Mama's laugh could echo from a mile away

I learned to love every step of this winding way

Pre-Chorus

So what if these fences start to rust

What if we lose them before they turn to dust?

We still need bridges, steady and true

Somewhere in between the breaking through

Chorus

Bridges still singing where the water meets the stone

Carrying every promise that we call our own

We built it for the crossing, not the ending place

So let it weather all my doubts and tears and time and space

Verse

Now my car's parked by a different bridge downtown

Windows fogging up on a Saturday night again

Somebody left a guitar in my trunk with no name

Same three chords ringing like it knows the rain

We call it progress, but I hear it differently now

Like every crossing is a kind of saying goodbye somehow

Grandma's garden got sold to make room for the strip mall light

But that post still holds the summer of our youth tonight

Pre-Chorus

So what if these fences start to rust

What if we lose them before they turn to dust?

We still need bridges, steady and true

Somewhere in between the breaking through

Chorus

Bridges still singing where the water meets the stone

Carrying every promise that we call our own

We built it for the crossing, not the ending place

So let it weather all my doubts and tears and time and space

Bridge

Maybe I was running from this very same creek bed

Chasing something in the headlights instead

But driving back tonight through rain so thick and slow

I see the waterline where our footprints used to go

Every bridge we cross gets a little weaker, worn

But it's still holding up the light, still singing what we've sworn

Maybe some things don't need perfection — just the will

To keep standing long enough for love to build

Chorus

Bridges still singing where the water meets the stone

Carrying every promise that we call our own

We built it for the crossing, not the ending place

So let it weather all my doubts and tears and time and space