Under another turn to make in another part of life,
Under some bridge I hadn't crossed since the days I never met strife,
I saw the sunsets I saw before I had Hailey or Stacy,
I saw them painted in the sky, miraculously unmoved by time.

Grown and fiddled into their own roses,
The faces I knew so long ago
Are so changed they don't exist anymore.
I'm so sorry they had to go,
So unfortunate they went into the other door.

Down the road I saw people stepping where I once walked,
Down the road I saw where I had my first love.
Seeing them that night was remembering that song on the radio.
Crying to it every day,
Crying to it as I saw it.

But it was all worthwhile,
Worthwhile to see the sunsets I saw under that bridge,
the last to see them that way.
Because the clouds went over them and they moved away.