London Bridge is falling down

London Bridge is falling down
That's what the old lady said
The dream so vivid it made me frown
All these images turning in my head

London Bridge has already fallen
Is that the reality I need to see?
Maybe my eyes are shut by a face that's swollen
Or the distinct desire to soar free

London Bridge will eventually fall down
Her piercing blue eyes held my stare
Who is this lady who treats me like a clown
Then spilling water suddenly makes me aware

London Bridge may not fall at all
It may even provide a means of escape
The good old structure my not ever fall
It's just a different route I need to take