featuring john popper on harmonica, jon snodgrass on banjo.
burn those bridges to the ground
without a sound
you just blew up
onto bigger destitute
this is your art
this is their truth
someone told you life is short
but yours is long
longing for validation
sure you never needed song
but without harmony you gave them
underwhelming hope, faith, life's work
end it in a flat note gesture
passionate to some, isn't that enough?
up the ladder to the lounge
in an old suit
you make them proud to crush you
seems they like watching you burn
just like the bridge you once traversed
burn those bridges to the ground without a care
you know your nothing more than here
they're aimless
addicted to the sound of insufficient
only recognize before you compromise