Bridges Paroles

It's two AM. I'm cold and distracted

by lonely train whistles

to sky.



So I'll move west to Oregon

or south to New Orleans

and maybe I'll stay,

when I find something bigger,

'cause babe, this is bigger than me.


I'm sorry I hug you too long

and I never took time

to know you this way.



But I'll move west to Oregon

or south to New Orleans

and maybe I'll come home,

broken and disheveled.

Or maybe I'll stay and believe.



Oh, I could remain

where the bridges have trains,

but I've said too much to not leave.