Let’s go walking
down by where we used to go
under the bridge over the city
time hasn’t changed these streets
like it did us
familiar as may seem
it’s not like it was
under the bridge over the city

who writes the stories
that go on behind the windows
that’s what I used to know
moving slowly
like in a dream
only no waking
and forgetting
under the bridge over the city

let’s go walking
the way we used to do
when the words came easy
footsteps echo
softly along
in the shadow
Of days gone
under the bridge over the city
under the bridge over the city.