The Bridge

Uncle Jack, when I look back, sent a lot down to me

My mom would say we both seemed to be the life of the party

He was a picker, and a drinker

He took one step over the edge

A drinker, and he ended up with some debt I guess

Nobody knows, nobody ever talked

What have happened

The river was swollen when they found him in it

And it rained all weekend on the bridge

(The river was swollen when they found him in it)

And it rained all weekend on the bridge

Leave it down on the bridge

This is how I see it

This is not something I was told

I envisioned it to be dark, wet, and cold

If he jumped, or if he fell, no one knows

But I've got a different picture for each one of those

I was a baby

And we never really met, its really sad, I guess

He was a musician, just like his nephew

And if he could've I would've wanted him to teach me

But all I ever got from him, uncle Jack

Was his need to stop drinking