The Bridge to Nowhere
It's 3 a.m at the Super America
This big ol' slack-jawed sister
Catching snowflakes on her tongue
And just the day before
At Ten-O-One Marquette
I'd remarked on a fella from Madras
Doin' the same
Made a snowball and smiled at his friends
They were in town for a convention
They ran away on the bridge to nowhere
Super America
Even that'll go away
Away like seven-eleven did
When you were a kid (Either!)
You looked up and they were gone
(One day) somebody said "They're gone!"
And
They were gone (They were gone)
They ran away on the bridge to nowhere
You know man, the bridge
What they did, they just ran
Ahhhhh-ahhh-uhh-hah
Caliban Coincidence
The deformed slave
The green satin box
With golden thread
Or just gold
Sliding open sound
Sounding simultaneous on the wisp
Of thumb on page
Abu Mazen, Life of Johnson
Awake old man
Grasping at the green box
Gone now
But for Nancy
Savage beast
Dream awake to riches
Lost in the storm
They're on the bridge to nowhere
Too much livin' and not enough life
Always had a pretty girl
But you never took a wife
Never signed that contract
Though a ring was bought
Now we fought and we fought
And that ring came to naught
Your whoreson malthorse drudge
You ought to be ashamed of yourself
You're on the bridge to Nowhere
Ahhhhh-ahhh-uhh-hah
This big ol' slack-jawed sister
Catching snowflakes on her tongue
And just the day before
At Ten-O-One Marquette
I'd remarked on a fella from Madras
Doin' the same
Made a snowball and smiled at his friends
They were in town for a convention
They ran away on the bridge to nowhere
Super America
Even that'll go away
Away like seven-eleven did
When you were a kid (Either!)
You looked up and they were gone
(One day) somebody said "They're gone!"
And
They were gone (They were gone)
They ran away on the bridge to nowhere
You know man, the bridge
What they did, they just ran
Ahhhhh-ahhh-uhh-hah
Caliban Coincidence
The deformed slave
The green satin box
With golden thread
Or just gold
Sliding open sound
Sounding simultaneous on the wisp
Of thumb on page
Abu Mazen, Life of Johnson
Awake old man
Grasping at the green box
Gone now
But for Nancy
Savage beast
Dream awake to riches
Lost in the storm
They're on the bridge to nowhere
Too much livin' and not enough life
Always had a pretty girl
But you never took a wife
Never signed that contract
Though a ring was bought
Now we fought and we fought
And that ring came to naught
Your whoreson malthorse drudge
You ought to be ashamed of yourself
You're on the bridge to Nowhere
Ahhhhh-ahhh-uhh-hah
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Thomas Schindler
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