I'm The Bridge
When I moved to Aberdeen in 1996, I ended up in Bridge of Don. First few years there. First long walks. First late-night silences. I remember crossing that new bridge and thinking how different everything felt on the other side. It was still the city, yes, but also not. It had its own rhythm. Its own light. You’d catch the sea just beyond, and the air always carried something a bit freer. It struck me even then – this bridge has seen things.
Years later, I went digging. Found the old photos. Read about the construction. The scale of it. The effort. And I started to wonder what the bridge itself might say if it could speak. That’s where this song came from.
It’s a bit tongue-in-cheek. A bit granite sarcasm. A structure that doesn’t care what your job title is or what side of town you’re from. The bridge sees us all come and go, morning after morning, year after year, and it doesn’t flinch.
It’s become a kind of oracle in my head. Not mystical. Just observant. Blunt. Honest. The kind of voice that reminds you: you’re just passing through, human. So maybe think a bit more about how you move through the world.
I’m the Bridge is a message carried in stone. A still thing that sees us clearly, whether we see it or not.
Finn Moray
Song Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They stuck me here with frostbit hands
and called it civic pride.
I’ve seen more breakdowns on this road
than therapists can hide.
You’re texting through your quarter-life,
you’re screaming at the dash,
but I remember when your granddad
brought home coal and rashers wrapped in cash.
[Chorus]
I’m the bridge you barely notice,
but I know your mum’s maiden name.
I’ve heard your secrets slurred at midnight,
I’ve watched you kiss and shift the blame.
You think you’re free ’cause you keep moving,
but you’re stitched into my frame.
And oh, the tide keeps turning,
but I remain.
[Verse 2]
I’ve carried more “I’m fine”s than freight,
held arguments in fog.
I’ve heard you pray for things to change,
then blame it all on God.
Some carved initials in my side,
then ghosted for a year.
I’m basically a granite therapist
with no pension, wage, or career.
[Chorus]
I’m the bridge you barely notice,
but I know your first guitar.
I’ve felt you stomp when no one texts,
I’ve heard you swear inside your car.
You think the past is just a playlist
you can skip when it gets strange,
but oh, the tide keeps turning
and I remain.
[Bridge]
You built houses where the heather grew,
you paved the field where lovers flew.
You call it “progress,” I call it noise,
but I’ve held both the girls and the boys
who needed out, then came back home
just to realise they’re still alone.
And you? You’re late again.
Big shock.
[Final Chorus]
I’m the bridge that watches time,
with weeds between my stones.
I’ve held you up through every mess,
even when you felt alone.
So curse the past, just don’t forget
it’s buried in your name.
And oh, the tide keeps turning,
but I remain.
[Outro]
I’ve seen your best. I’ve seen your worst.
Honestly, worst wins.
But I’ll still be here,
when you circle back again.