the people walkin' across with all kinds of folk,

clacking like hooves,

they ain't sayin' much,

just enjoyin' the air,

as imaginary tumbleweeds blow,

ya'll take everything for granted,

the bridge that someone built,

lazily strollin' on their way,

maybe back to their holler,

linking them across,

over yonder,

[through the forest,

maybe to get them some more air.]