On a bridge made of stonenStands a man all alonenThe bridge was his motivationnIt worked him to the bonennWith every nail that he drovenIt drove him farther from his ownnIn his punishing isolationnThe bridge just feels like homennShe didn't feel quite the samenShe despised the bridge and who he becamenShe left in devastationnShe left him there in shamennHe said I don't understandnThis was not part of the plannBut it got lost in the translationnLike a castle made of sandnnIn all the years he's spent strugglingnHe's been haunted at every turnnHe fights the fear that he's growing oldnAnd reminds us in all that he's learnednThat we build and burnnnHere I am all alonenOn that bridge made of stonenWith smothering motivationnI'm working to the bonennIn the end it's what I've knownnIt's what I hate but have to shownThe bridge is my dedicationnThe bridge just feels like homennIn all the years I've been strugglingnI've been haunted at every turnnI fight the fear as I'm growing oldnAnd remember in all that I've learnednThat we build and burn