Rumbling Bridge - Randall Bramblett

THE BLACKTOP ROAD IS MELTING

TAR RUNNIN THROUGH THE CRACKS

WE’RE OUR HERE WITH OUR FLAT TIRE SOULS

AND WE AIN’T COMIN BACK

TOO MANY DEVILS STANDING IN OUR TRACKS

WE CAN’T TURN AROUND

WE POINT OUR FACES TO THE RISING SUN

AND WHISTLE THROUGH THIS TOWN

ALL OUR LOVE AND ALL OUR FEAR

MINGLE WITH THE URGE TO DISAPPEAR

HERE WE ARE BY THE RUMBLING BRIDGE

LEAVE OUR BAGS BY THE RIVER’S EDGE

YOU COULD SAY WE’RE ON OUR WAY BACK HOME

WE MADE OUR PEACE THE HOWLING WIND

WHO KNOWS IF WE’LL MEET AGAIN

YOU COULD SAY WE’RE ON OUR WAY BACK HOME

WE THOUGHT THAT LIFE WAS AN ENDLESS WHEEL

SPINNING IN A CEASELESS GRIND

WE COULD HAVE GOTTEN OFF SOMEWHERE

BUT WE DIDN’T HAVE THE TIME

IF I HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN

AND IF I DIDN’T LIE

I WOULD SAY THAT NOTHING LASTS

BUT THE LIGHT WITHIN YOUR EYES

ALL OUR LOVE AND ALL OUR FEAR

MINGLE WITH THE URGE TO DISAPPEAR