Lyric Bridges

the furrowed bed of sand worries again
as it had before, waves left the land.
before the falling tide leaves the child weepeing alone,
he s letting go of the anchor and all the lines...
waiting for the fingers of the grey wave
of his mother s hand to roll over him
with endless water... 10,000 bridges
show me father.
now I m older, now much older
and this wake can take me out to sea.
and this wake can take me out to sea.
I can see her, she is calling me
I can feel her there...I can feel her there.
waiting for the fingers of the grey wave
or his mother s hand to roll over him
with endless water... 10,000 bridges
show me father