featuring john popper on harmonica, jon snodgrass on banjo.nnburn those bridges to the groundnwithout a sound nyou just blew upnonto bigger destitutenthis is your artnthis is their truth nsomeone told you life is shortnbut yours is long nlonging for validationnsure you never needed songnbut without harmony you gave them nunderwhelming hope, faith, life's worknend it in a flat note gesture npassionate to some, isn't that enough?nnup the ladder to the loungenin an old suit nyou make them proud to crush younseems they like watching you burnnjust like the bridge you once traversednburn those bridges to the ground without a carenyou know your nothing more than herenthey're aimlessnaddicted to the sound of insufficientnonly recognize before you compromise