| The Bridge |
| It doesn't matter what I say Or even if they're listening, What's important is I open my mouth Words come on out and people are watching. It's cold here in the winter The street tonight reminds me of an empty glass, Without a thought I lengthen my stride I'm impatient to get to the cafe. It began in a forest, I say, After a rainstom by the sea, The Lion Hunt and The Brazen Throat of War. The words come out like from a factory, Ev'ry second I occupy will glorify me, The Existence of God and The Eight Great Comedies. Billions of stars in our galaxy And billions of galaxies moving away, They call this The Expanding Universe. Oh, how could I do this to anyone, Because it's always been done, My life is the sum and legacy Of what my father has done. |