Out past town, where the gravel fades

There’s an old steel bridge holdin’ up the weight

Boards are cracked, bolts turned to rust

But he’s carried more than most of us

Every groove in the wood’s a name

Every moan in the wind sounds like pain

Bent and bowed, but he don’t complain

Just lets you cross like it's all the same

He don’t ask for praise or gold

Just stands in the strain, in the heat, in the cold

Year by year, with a soul of stone

Letting folks pass while he holds his own

You wouldn’t know from the way he groans

But the bridge still holds

Yeah, the bridge still holds

People ride fast, never look down

Never feel the give underneath that ground

But I’ve been there late, with a heavy mind

And he gave me space, didn’t rush my time

He don’t shine in the morning light

But I’ve leaned on him when nothin’ felt right

A quiet strength, always there

Built on work and wear and prayer

He don’t ask for praise or gold

Just stands in the strain, in the heat, in the cold

Year by year, with a soul of stone

Letting folks pass while he holds his own

You wouldn’t know by the way he groans

But the bridge still holds

Yeah, the bridge still holds

Some are born to rise and roar

Others just hold the world, and more

He’s never been young, he’s never been loud

But he’s the reason they’re standing now

He don’t ask for praise or gold

Just stands in the strain, in the heat, in the cold

Backbone bowed, but never broke

Carried the lost and the heavy loads

You wouldn’t know from the way he groans

But the bridge still holds

Yeah, the bridge still holds

Out past town, where the silence grows

The bridge still holds