Mount Moriah Union Street Bridge
Once I stood scared in the lamplight
I ate marsh-root on a dare
And every day of that teenage summer
Jumped from the Union Street Bridge
Into the darkest, thickest river water
Into the salt, the still, the rust
Cars drowned down to the bottom
Left scars still on your foot
There is no more
Machine of the mind
There is only
What we came here to hide
We held midnight tight in our mouths, babe
Between headlamp chaperones
I just wanted to feel something
Besides 8-track ribbon tone
How I tried for years to return there
To the dusk, the cars, the muck
Bats swooped down for the moths and
Nobody got caught
There is no more
Machine of the mind
There is only
What we came here to find
There is no more
Machine of the mind
There is only
What we came here to hide
