Lyrics

I woke from a memory of river and oak tree
smiles on my bicycle chasing the sun
I rode past streets named Scoville and Pershing
brick buildings and trains in the center of town
Behind the stone library, many summers I spent
escaping the heat, escaping my head
Through the thick of the brambles, a scrape and some blood
an offering of passage to what lie ahead

The old Swinging Bridge
the days of my youth, a spell to be free
The old Swinging Bridge
a place in plain sight that no one can see or try to find me

My broken heart wandered awaiting the scene
of some John Hughes moment that filled me with hope
I longed to be loved or just to belong
but alone I would walk singing songs that I wrote
I pulled up my collar aware of all sounds
the crunch of the leaves, the caw of the crows
In the freedom of rust and the fading of blue
I sang with the river that was screaming below… near

The old Swinging Bridge
the days of my youth, a spell to be free
The old Swinging Bridge
a place in plain sight that no one can see or try to find me

Twenty years gone, 1a thousand miles away
I can still hear the cries of the trains
The rush of the water and the taste of the air
That veil of time stays the same
When the leaves start to change
And the world takes all I can give
I close my eyes and I’m back at

The old Swinging Bridge
the days of my youth, a spell to be free
The old Swinging Bridge
a place in plain sight that no one can see or try to find me