Let’s go walking down by where we used to go under the bridge over the city time hasn’t changed these streets like it did us familiar as may seem it’s not like it was under the bridge over the city
who writes the stories that go on behind the windows that’s what I used to know moving slowly like in a dream only no waking and forgetting under the bridge over the city
let’s go walking the way we used to do when the words came easy footsteps echo softly along in the shadow Of days gone under the bridge over the city under the bridge over the city.