Bridges

There are bridges, bridges in the sky
They are shining in the sun
They are stone and steel and wood and wire
They can change two things to one
They are languages and letters
They are poetry and awe
They are love and understanding
And they’re better than a wall
They are languages and letters
They are poetry and awe
They are love and understanding
And they’re better than a wall
There are canyons, there are canyons
They are yawning in the night
They are rank and bitter anger
And they are all devoid of light
They are fear and blind suspicion
They are apathy and pride
They are dark and so foreboding
And they’re oh, so very wide
They are fear and blind suspicion
They are apathy and pride
They are dark and so foreboding
And they’re oh, so very wide
Let us build a bridge of music
Let us cross it with a song
Let us span another canyon
Let us right another wrong
Oh, and if someone should ask us
Where we’re off and bound today
We will tell them, «Building Bridges»
And be off and on our way
Oh, and if someone should ask us
Where we’re off and bound today
We will tell them, «Building Bridges»
And be off and on our way
We will tell them, «Building Bridges»
And be off and on our way