The Bridge

I walk the bridge alone at night
A view of our fair city gleaming to my right
And anyone can see Anyone can see

We walked the bridge for the first time
Did not say a word with your hand in mine
Could anybody know? Could anybody know?

A home of our own

I walk over every day
With spinning, windy bicycles on their way
Can we take a ride? Can we take a ride?

A home of our own A home of our own

When you say
When you say softly
When you say softly to me to me
Let’s go home Let’s go home