Golden Lyrics

He cut through the streets, eyes upturned.
A small patch of sky looked down on him.
Through baskets they weave so thickly
He saw on a sea, alone in the clouds
A rusty old bridge was jailed in his mind,
He thought it was golden.
It swayed to his breath and creaked with the bolts,
He unpacked his coat and laid down.

With somebody's shoes he traveled,
Between the two ends of his bridge.
He learned all the holes to crawl in,
And stayed for the time when winds too cold.
The rats that could march whispered in his ear,
He knew it meant something.
But nobody came. He sat through the nights
And watched all the darkness.

It spread with his breath, and pushed back the sky,
He stayed for the days on his home.
A rusty old bridge would scream in his mind,
He thought it was golden.