Every Bridge

Somewhere in the dark of New England

Maybe Vermont

All these states blur together

The mountains and the rivers

I'm tired

But I'm not tired enough to quit

I'm just broke

But broke isn't broken

I've got a little left in the tank

If I had a dollar

For every bridge I've ever burned

I'd buy myself a shovel

Dig a hole in the earth

Bury all the ashes

Then I'd say a few words

Like, "Thanks for the fire, didn't know I was cold"

Didn't know I was cold

Somewhere in the dark of New England

I'm starting again

Driving back to Jersey like Kerouac

Did way back when

Somewhere in the dark of New England

I'm spreading a light

It starts with some kindness

And burns, burns, burns through the night