Austin Collins Bridge Street Lullaby
I give you metallic license
Spin your wheels until they cough
Death’s got all its fingers hanging down like broken slats
If I speak to you in metaphors
And tongues that make you sing
Will you drop the act of getting by and pray for shiny things
But you tried to make it better
And I tried to understand
That night we walked across the bridge
You held on to my hand
I’ve got time to wait for you
You crossed my mind a time or two
I’m alright, you’re ok
Close your eyes . . . babe
I come home to you calling
And you’re waiting by the phone
The black and red passing signs forever pushing on
Soot-colored window sills
Solemn-covered views
Accentuate the distance, darkening the hews
Accents of your inflections
We’re starving for the same
Old feelings start and flutter
Like your dress a picture frame
CHORUS
I wish it were as harmless
As you wanted it to be
Could justify the things I do
Each night so I can sleep
