DESCRIPTION:
CINDY'S BRIDGE

The kid takes the number forty-one bus
thru the wooded streets 'n a downpour
starin' at the window he sees himself

The kid is fifteen and he's just plunderin'
early Seventies worst pop hits
and everything he finds it brings him there

Lonely nights
rhymin' fevers
- spleenful ones his favourites

Lonely change
faces turn to strangers
and time isn't real

The kid feels alone and he's ransacking
all the poets' pages and all lines
he finds they always paint his time

The kid takes the number forty-one bus
and the winding sloping street
will always end to Cindy's bridge

Lonely nights
rhymin' fevers
and sad ones are his favourites

Lonely change
friends they turn to strangers
and the world ain't real

Loneliness and words they mingle
lilting like the falling rain
a house that is so near and distant
a hazy face like a refrain

The kid leaves the bus and gets soaked
all for just one look to a window
hoping fearing hoping she'll appear

The kid takes the number forty-one
The kid takes the number forty-one