There are stars in the southern sky, southward as you go. There's moonlight and moss in the trees, down the step on Bridges Road. Now I have loved you like baby, like some lonesome child. And I have loved you in a tame way, and I have loved you wild. Sometimes there's a part of me, has to turn from here and go. Running like a child from days worn stars, down the step on Bridges Road. There are stars in the southern sky, and if ever you decide, you should go. There is a taste of time, sweet as honey, down the step on Bridges Road.