So bury me in memory His smile's your rope So wrap it tight around your throat Stop burning bridges, and drive off of them So I can forget about you Light that smoke, that one for giving up on me And one just 'cause they'll kill you sooner than my

Some broken bridges in my time Praying for forgiveness Standing on the other side There are bridges on life?s highway But we never see them there Some cross troubled waters And some don't go nowhere Some you wouldn't step on If you're trying to save your

Hey yeah (hey yeah) With the walk (walk) And the talk (talk) And the tick tock clock (clock) With the rock (rock) And the roll (roll) And the bridgebridge (bridge)

She was born in New Orleans New Orleans, Louisiana Branded with the name Lisa Sawyer Grandmother was Indian Her mother's name was Eartha Swift as the wind Fierce as fire

Some broken bridges in my time Praying for forgiveness Standing on the other side There are bridges on life?s highway But we never see them there Some cross troubled waters And some don't go nowhere Some you wouldn't step on If you're trying to save your

You were the boat that bridged In the tale of Conrad We will never be the change To the weather and the sea and you knew that, Oh I loved you with the good And the careless of me But it all goes back, The curl of the world, Just like you said

Down the Seven Bridges Road. There are stars in the southern sky Southward as you go. There is moonlight and moss in the trees Now I have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child, And I have loved you in a tame way, And I have loved you wild.

You have no right to speak to me so kind Separate lives You called me from the room in your hotel All full of romance for someone that you met And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon And that you miss me sometimes when you're alone in your

Now you only bring me black roses I lay low, lay low, And they crumble in the dust when they're held. I'm not under your spell, And watch the bridges burn. Under your spell. Now you only bring me black roses. And I'm done try'na be the one, I can see

I was the last child, just a punk in the street Home sweet home Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can't stand up on my feet in the city Got to get back to the real nitty-gritty Yes sir, no sir Don't come