Bridges (Travessia)

I have crossed a thousand bridges
 In my search for something real
 There were great suspension bridges
 Made like spiderwebs of steel
 There were tiny wooden trestles
 And there were bridges made of stone
 I have always been a stranger
 And I've always been alone
 There's a bridge to tomorrow
 There's a bridge to the past
 There's a bridge made of sorrow
 That I pray will not last
 There's a bridge made of colors
 In the sky high above
 And I think that there must be
 Bridges made out of love
 I can see him in the distance
 On the river's other shore
 An his hands reach out in longing
 As my own have done before
 And I call across to tell him
 Where I believe the bridge must lie
 And I'll find it, yes I'll find it!
 If I search until I die
 When the bridge is between us
 We'll have nothing to say
 We will run through the sunlight
 And he'll meet me halfway
 There's a bridge made of colors
 In the sky high above
 And I'm certain that somewhere
 There's a bridge made of love