I stood upon this old bridge of stone
The sun was sinking low
I was brutaly kissed by a cold breath of mist
As she danced upon the flow
I then closed my eyes retrieving your smile
My heart was set afloat
So I wrote you a song now I send it along
By a midnight train of thoughts
Quietly the river floated by
Carrying a smalltown lullaby
See the old man with oars in his hand
Go fishing for his dream
Meanwhile the ghost of an old river boat
Surfaced on the stream
Quietly the river floated by
Carrying a smalltown lullaby
I stood upon this old bridge of stone
The sun was sinking low
I was brutaly kissed by a cold breath of mist
As she danced upon the flow
See the old man with oars in his hand
Go fishing for his dream
Meanwhile the ghost of an old river boat
Surfaced on the stream
Quietly the river floated by
Carrying a smalltown lullaby
Quietly the river floated by
Carrying a smalltown lullaby
The sun was sinking low
I was brutaly kissed by a cold breath of mist
As she danced upon the flow
I then closed my eyes retrieving your smile
My heart was set afloat
So I wrote you a song now I send it along
By a midnight train of thoughts
Quietly the river floated by
Carrying a smalltown lullaby
See the old man with oars in his hand
Go fishing for his dream
Meanwhile the ghost of an old river boat
Surfaced on the stream
Quietly the river floated by
Carrying a smalltown lullaby
I stood upon this old bridge of stone
The sun was sinking low
I was brutaly kissed by a cold breath of mist
As she danced upon the flow
See the old man with oars in his hand
Go fishing for his dream
Meanwhile the ghost of an old river boat
Surfaced on the stream
Quietly the river floated by
Carrying a smalltown lullaby
Quietly the river floated by
Carrying a smalltown lullaby