Over the Bridgeway

Archaeologist symbol in hand
And a symbol of a couplet torn at the waist
I’m waiting
Peering through necropolis streets
And I heard it once before but I don’t understand
Why the skies still scream on

Maybe we could send another kid to Japan
My heart was flowing, overwhelming
Speaking in a language that I can’t understand
My brain was pumping information
I won’t be another piece of meat of a man
I’d rather be the singer in a rock and roll band
But tell the kids that it’s just rock and roll
And tell the kids that we’re going down

So open again
You know the music’s so cold and it isn’t the same
And we’re leaving
How could we as humans forget?
All the numbers and the ghosts that keep you alive
And the beating heart strings

Maybe we could send another kid to Japan
My heart was flowing, overwhelming
Speaking in a language that I can’t understand
My brain was pumping information
I won’t be another piece of meat of a man
I’d rather be the singer in a rock and roll band
But tell the kids that it’s just rock and roll
And tell the kids that we’re going down

I’m counting down the hours till I’m seeing my baby
Over the bridgeway
I’m counting down the hours till I’m seeing my baby
Over the bridgeway
I’m counting down the hours till I’m seeing my baby
Over the bridgeway
I’m counting down the hours till I’m seeing my baby
Over the bridgeway