Down At The Bridge

Hot, lazy day at the end of June - another endless summer afternoon.
Hangin’ out with some friends of mine - just bein’ cool and killin’ time.
Hopin’ fall would never come was our only wish.
Down at the bridge. Down at the bridge.

We were short on sense and long on hope - holdin’ on with both hands to that rope.
Swingin’ way out over the water - way higher than we oughta.
Bare feet lined up on the muddy ledge.
Down at the bridge. Down at the bridge.

We were kings of the river at least until the autumn.
Flyin’ through the air sayin’ a prayer - Oh, we’d never hit the bottom -
We were down at the bridge.

Oh, the days and years melted away - last day of school - the twelfth of May.
Jimmy thought he’d press his luck - jumped off that bridge for fifty bucks.
Scared us all to death along with the fish -
Down at the bridge. Down at the bridge.

We were kings of the river at least until the autumn.
Flyin’ through the air sayin’ a prayer - Oh, we’d never hit the bottom -
We were down at the bridge. Down at the bridge.
Down at the bridge. Down at the bridge.