The Bridge

On the bridge made of stone
Stands a man all alone
The bridge was his motivation
It worked him to the bone
With every nail that he drove
It drove him farther from his own
He’s punishing isolation
But the bridge just feels like home
(Home, home, home)
She didn’t feel quite the same
She despised the bridge and who he became
She left in devastation
She left him there in shame
He said, «I don’t understand
This is not part of your plan»
But it got lost in the translation
Like a castle made of sand
Oh, a castle made of sand
In all the years he’s spent struggling
He’s been haunted at every turn
He fights the fear as he’s growing old
And reminds us in all that he’s learned that we build and burn
(Burn, burn, burn)
Burn
Here I am all alone
On that bridge made of stone
With smothering motivation
I’m working to the bone
In the end it’s what I’ve known
It’s what I hate, but I have to show
The bridge is my dedication
The bridge just feels like home
Yeah, the bridge just feels like home, yeah, yeah
In all the years I’ve been struggling
I’ve been haunted at every turn
I fight the fear as I’m growing old
And remember in all that I’ve learned that we build and burn
All the years he’s been struggling
He’s been haunted at every turn
(That we build and burn)
He fights the fear as he’s growing old
Remind us in all that he’s learned that we build and burn
(Burn, burn, burn)