Whidden Bridge

I could toss my stein
Over the Whidden Bridge tomorrow
All the wishes in the world couldn't bring me home

All the lights are going down
Upon the streets of my perception
Standing like a statue on the stone

Now the snow storms and the rain
Have been the causes of my pain
And I can sympathise with every hopeless soul

And the lights are going down
Over the streets of my direction
And everywhere I look an unknown road


For the film I could have owned
Was only lost and not forgotten
Wouldn't have to write my memories down

When the lights are going down
Over the streets of my rememberance
Photograph just as old as shiverdam

Please lay me down for my late mayowhichen
Buckle my knees and surrender my name
These long afternoons in the county of the college
Well, Mary do you have a serious reply?
Well, Mary do you have a serious reply?

And now the lights are going down
Over the streets of my protection
Solid road I've walked has grown slippery in snow

If I tossed a coin
Over the rails of the Whidden
All the wishing wails and luck won't bring me home

And If I tossed my stein
Over the rails of the Whidden
All the wishing wails and luck couldn't bring me home