It's a little bridge now, baby It's a little kid now, baby
If I could solve your problems What do you think I would be One stupid seagull picking styrofoam up out of the sea? Don't have time for all your problems Why don't you solve them?
It's a little bridge now, baby
If I could solve your problems What do you think I would see? All of my beautiful banquet receipts have been laid out for me It's been played out for me
Don't have time for your fear, and your tea, and your queer little feats And your joy, and your sweet little boy And you're trapped in your sphere I'm sorry but no one's home
I couldn't hear you, and now I think I've lost you I could've made it easier and you would think that's good Don't remember feeling older any worse than feeling wooden and alone