Willis Avenue Bridge Songtext
von David Berkeley

She′s driving home Sunday morning
With the heat turned up the windows rolled down to the edge
Yesterday snowed for the first time
Now no one's on the Willis Avenue Bridge
Used to be a hard merge
Used to be a hard merge
She′s thinking back on New York City
The first boy she kissed the first boy that she crossed
Now everybody's in their 20s
Look who got married look who's lost
Used to be a heartbreak
She used to be a heartbreak
She used to be a heartbreak
And the fall of 100 things
The hint of an opening
On days like this it′s hard to pull over
Hard to hold all of the memories in her mind
She tries to readjust the rearview


So no one has to ever fall far behind
Used to be much harder
Used to be much harder
She used to be much harder
And the fall of 100 things
The hint of an opening
And the fall of 100 things
The hint of an opening
With all the glass in New York City
It should be harder to hide
Not so hard to find your way back home
They can take back all their pity
It′s not a one way ride nowhere to hold on
No going home no way to slow down
No way to slow down
No way to slow down
Yesterday snowed for the first time
Now no one's on the Willis Avenue Bridge