Cheers to the sailboats awake in their harbor, tucked under the chin of the city.
we admire the lights and their potential to dance, with motivation to run, once again, on the big road, then, a bridge to somewhere elses...
Away from a city of eyeless people, garbage catches on our antennas. we gotta keep moving, get the filth of money blown off our skin, on the big road again, a bridge to somewhere elses...
The fountain water of vapor to the skies on our barefoot souls, the heat of the draft through the grid. all together now, on the avenue, we won their eyes, on the big road again, we are a bridge to somewhere elses...
As we let go of the places we've been, we do  not reach for the places we are yet to be. Oh, but half-certainly on the go, on the big road again, a bridge to somewhere elses...