I have crossed a thousand bridges
In my search for something real
There were great suspension bridges
Made like spider webs of steel

There were tiny wooden trestles
And there were bridges made of stone
I have always been a stranger and
I've always been alone

There's a bridge to tomorrow
There's a bridge to the past
There's a bridge made of sorrow
That I pray will not last

There's a bridge made of colors
In the sky high above
And I pray that there must be
Bridges made out of love

I can see him in the distance
On the river's other shore
And his hands reach out in longing
As my own have done before

And I call across to tell him
Where I believe the bridge must lie
And I'll find it
Yes I'll find it
If I search until I die

When the bridge is between us
We'll have nothing to fear
We [bad word] through the sunlight
And I'll meet him halfway

There's a bridge made of color
In the sky high above
And I'm certain that somewhere
Is a bridge made of love