Between the Bridges

K. Page & Sleepwalker's Parade



There’s a place where the bridges rise like mountains.

So far above the skyscrapers they tower.

And I sit below them in my glorious anonymity.

How lonely am I?

That’s between the bridges and me.


Cause there’s so much space between us,

And we never really talk.

And, the promenade’s right there, but we never really walk.

And it’s not that I don’t live you, and it’s not that you don’t care,

But our words have gone unheard so long they’re just hanging in the air.


They’re just hanging like a bridge going nowhere.