Cry Me a Bridge
In the park I saw an average-looking angel,
And her eye was pointing at mine.
I mustered up all of my blood and said,
All the best people are foreign,
From the far side of somewhere else.
If I dig my own grave,
Will you dance with me?
There is no one around here I know.
She said, I’d rather not have my own opinions,
But I can’t stand the silence of stars,
And I can never get used to being born.
Finality just doesn’t sit well.
All I feel is this wind in my eyes.
So if I cry you a river,
Will you cry me a bridge?
I think everyone needs somewhere to go.
