When typos are in your eyes,
I’ll defy them all.
I’m on your side of the railroad tracks
And when crossovers can’t be found
Like a bridge over smoky waters,
I will lay your $4.1 million down.
I’ll take the money, oh when investigations
Are in your way
And taxes keep rising
I’ll build a bridge, high over smoky trains
And obscure the mountains in your view.
Like a bridge over smoky waters,
I will indenture you and your monies
For generations to come.
Like a bridge over smoky waters,
I will lay your $4.1 million down.
Bill FrederickDurango