Bridges by Craig Plumlee

There was a treacherous crossing and creek
Deep in the forest ridges
A mouth of a tunnel was trying to speak
That's why I don't write about bridges

I had teammates, we had one mission
I could run all day long
I made many contacts and violent collisions
And bridges aren’t part of my song

Lumber receipts and tools in the shed
Good jobs are hard to find
Planks hangin’ on by teeth and threads
All across county lines

Bridges burned or washed out by rain
A choice of two bridges for the sake of refrain

Some are worth keeping, some best forgot
I sing about bridges by saying I do not

I sing about bridges by saying I do not

• Folk
• indie
• lyricist
• oklahoma
• poetic
• singer-songwriter
• Tulsa