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Running Down the Bishop Ford Bridge

Running down
The Bishop Ford bridge
Across the sky.
Cars on roads keep going
Trains on tracks keep slowing.

Headed down the Bishop Ford
Pink water tower
Will devour
Another tower
With its smiley face.

Down over the bridge
Bishop Ford bridge
Going round the bend
Exit to Wisconsin
Exit to Indiana
Time to go right
The sun is bright
Rev it up
Speed up
Across the rocks

Towards the quarry
This deathly giant pit.
If you fell
You’d fall for
More than a minute.

Trees cover the rocks.
Looks
Like
The pit
Was never there.

Exit 2B
To Homewood.