Walked along the old bridge.
Summer comes
and we’re both chasing old times.
We were just punk kids.
Didn’t know
what we would do
with our lives.
A couple six packs
and a bag of weed,
an old guitar,
and that was all we needed
to burn away the day.
Thought we were gonna learn that way.
Summer came and went
and life stepped in.
Took you one way
and left me all alone again.
I tried to hide my pain
behind every kind of smoke.
The razor, and the needle,
and the rope.
But I found hope.
Or was it hope
that found me?
Something to love,
someone who believed.
I still drive by that bridge
every now and then.
I think about my friends
and what happened to them.
I know some got married,
and others had some kids.
Some fought their demons and lost,
and some are still fighting.
I don’t linger on those old days,
because life will pass us by.
If we’re looking in the rearview mirror
we miss out every time.
I still enjoy a six pack,
but I don’t smoke anymore.
I still keep an old guitar,
and sometimes remember what it’s for.
When summer comes around again
I know I’ll feel a call
to go walk along that old bridge
and remember it all.
This road I’m on keeps going,
but I will not forget.
I remember every moment
and I have only one regret;
that I am here
and some good friends didn’t get
over that old bridge yet.
DJR – 2023
