Bridge just south of town They've been working on it for years now Just about finish up 'fore it occurs to anyone They built that damn thing just about a foot off the ground Way way higher than the road around So if you happen down that highway, 'specially at night Hit the bridge at fifty-five Feel like you might just take flight And every time the crossing comes as a surprise See my flying I've found quiet in this room Down by where the trains run I've learned to hear the rumble, long before it Comes And the things I'm working on Are invisible to everyone Something 'bout an empty hip or the angle of the sun Every time the crossing comes as a surprise See me flying Maybe these stitches in my throat Have just about dissolved Like the sad moan of the drunkard Walking home from the bar I hear the thin song of the fire house When they sound the alarm I hear the church bells on Sunday... ringing out Used to be a town of dirt and horses Now it's all liquor and cars There's still a whole lot of nothing Up between those stars Take the dog out for a walk On the Episcopal church lawn My God we're still tryin' to find a way To get ourselves beyond And every time the crossing comes as a surprise See me flying