Man On a Bridge

There's a man on the bridge
ain't sure what is his,
Ain't sure if he's coming or going.
he ain't proud of his thoughts
in opposing the war
And god knows he ain't proud of his showing.

But the way things are,
these days it would seem
he'll never quite know right from wrong.
So he stands poised to jump,
in his throat there's a lump
But in his heart there's a need to hold on.

He thinks to himself,
should I be someone else?
Or should I just be what im knowin'?
It's so hard to tell,
when everyone else
Don't know where the hell they are going.

'Cause the way things are
these days it would seem
No one ever sings their own song.
And so he readys to dive,
but then looks deep inside
And sees what his heart is a-knowing.

I was born with a fire
and a need to create
And sometimes I really feel I could hate.
But that ain't my game
and that's not a shame
It's just a simple story of fate.

But though the lines fine,
between right and wrong
The answers right there in my heart.
And if I follow it, man
I will be who I am
I won't be a pawn in a game.

There's a man on the bridge,
ain't sure what is his
But he's guessing he's not on his own.
he's not likely to jump
'cause his hearts not a lump
And his life's not a waste and he knows it.

Although he's sad,
times will change
and one day he'll really know right from wrong.
so he steps back to the road,
and he looks and he knows
that his journey has only begun.