BRIDGE   3:27
(Chris DeGarmo)

You called me up on the phone today
struggling with the right words to say.
Time can change a thing or two.
Time has changed the lives of me and you,
but you know . . . . . it could have been different dad.

The word brings back a sweet memory.
I'm sitting on a bluff on a broken tree,
by my side a distinguished man giving me
encouragement, telling me I can, and you know. . .
you're not there.

You say, "Son, let's forget the past,
I want another chance, gonna make it last."
You're begging me for a brand new start, trying
to mend a bridge that's been blown apart, but you know. . .
you never built it dad.

So I sit here through the night, and I
write myself to sleep, and time keeps ticking. . .

Time has made you finally realize your
loneliness and your guilt inside.
you're reaching for something you never had,
turning around now you're looking back, and you know. . .
I'm not there.

You say, "Son, let's forget the past.
I want another chance, gonna make it last."
You're begging me for a brand new start, trying
to mend a bridge that's been blown apart, but you know. . .
you never built it dad.