my ground in a place I knew I might never find peace, and as my foundation shakes, I'm left to wonder, did I nurture this expanding divide? Golden bridges
and do good unto others But oh, mother, things ain't going well Ain't talkin', just walkin' I'll burn that bridge before you can cross Heart burnin',
skies and think paradise I look at these blue skies, and think what a disguise That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes Cross the bridge
cave of endless drawings Prehistoric or religious Your accomplishments prodigious Seeking out the perfect tone Your language so clear Your voice perfectly turning As in the city
To all my brothers in the U.S.A. Too $hort baby don't even play Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat I cross the bridge and hit third street Years
blue skies and think paradise I look at these blue skies, and think what a disguise That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes Cross the bridge
what was wrong The urge to build these fine things Seemed not to be so strong The wise men were consulted And the bridge of death was crossed In quest
long weekends where I cross the bridge and drink in the hope to the water fountains (Water, Building and Sin Big Oregon city draws you in that the city
Out at the edge of town Airfield runs water down Coyote crosses old tracks The hops on the light-rail max Water this building and this sin Big Oregon this city
neighbor and do good unto others But oh, mother, things ain't going well Ain't talkin', just walkin' I'll burn that bridge before you can cross Heart
York City Snow comes down, looks real pretty Can?t believe but suddenly there you are Talking with strangers sittin? cross the bar Suddenly, all are laughin? This
bridges in the morning light I'm just heavy on this city life Tried so hard to love you, but I keep on running Burning bridges in the morning light
then we won't stop til we hit the Appalachians To the Bullets Bargain Basement then 'cross the Baltic ocean basin Then ride 'cross that Oakland night bridge
buildings. She was looking down at the lights of the boats on the water. She was looking down at the lights. You could see them crossing the bridges,
your eyes and listen to the great big engine wind it dont really matter weather you are right or wrong cause when you cross the border man you leave this
then we won't stop til we hit the Appalachians To the Bulletts Bargain Basement Then 'cross the Baltic ocean basin The ride 'cross that Oakland night bridge
