"Rickety Ol' Bridge" lyrics

"Rickety Ol' Bridge"

There's a rickety ol' bridge between Heaven and Hell
Good luck, my friends, I wish you well
Asleep in the backseat or drunk at the wheel
I shoulda learned to drive stick before this ordeal

Any way you wanna travel, it's alright
But as for me, I'll be walkin' home alone tonight

I used to worry, but I don't anymore
Livin' is an unforgiving revolving door
Life, it can be beautiful, oh, life, it can be sweet
But the airbag's busted in your passenger seat

Any way you wanna travel, it's alright
But as for me, I'll be walkin' home alone tonight

People walkin' 'round the neighborhood, countin' their steps
As the whole world holds collective breath
For the tickets on the windshield, the boot on the wheel
The fuel light flashin' in this automobile

Any way you wanna travel, it's alright
But as for me, I'll be walkin' home alone tonight

Any way you wanna travel, it's alright
But as for me, I'll be walkin' home alone tonight

There's a rickety ol' bridge between Heaven and Hell
Good luck my friend, I wish you well


Writer(s): Sean Scolnick
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