You're at the bridge now, cross it son, but try not to look down. On the other side if you make it there you'll wear a golden crown. Just a few more steps and a few more tears and the singing will be loud, come on boy you really tried, I am sure she would be proud. A man can't grow on the dying side, there is no feeling in his soul an uptight mind of emptiness just trying to be whole. The social wars break him down to where he just can't feel, but maybe on the other side, the wounds will slowly heal. Careful now we don't want to fall there's a hand at the other end My god I hope she can realize how very much I need a a friend. Look straight ahead at her open arms and pray they'll hold you tight. it's a long way down if you start to slip and you'd soon be out of sight. Just one more step, you need her mind it could be just the final key to the gold at the bottom that we find. Hey wait girl don't turn and run away, he watched her face and he crossed the bridge and he has so many damning words to say. Don't back up, my arms just can't reach and I haven't touched you yet. Help me now or I'll surely fall and they'll watch my gravestone set. The bridge is getting shaky now she's turned to hit the road The hang ups start to pull him down and he drops his heavy load. He can hear the music on the other side as the bridge begins to crack. It's too late for help he's going down his body's on the wicked rack. A silent thud and it's over now and they sweep the mess away, and carry the loser's beaten head on a shining silver tray.