Key

Chorus

Bridge

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The bridge is finally done burning

 the wood is splitting and rotting

 it's falling apart tearing at the seam

Tragically, the wood it screams

One by one the planks they fall

So very tall and yet too small

Put together at the same time

Still forever lacking a proper rhyme

 the bridge is finally done burning

 and it's a long way from learning

'bout all the animals that call it home

 lost to the flame and died alone

The bridge is finally done burning

Made of leather brown wood

It stood so tall until it fell

How unfair it must have been 

A man-made fire as a fate

Eventually returns to the soil

Yet the woods already been ruined

Not lost, but it'll  never again be wooden

The bridge is finally done burning

my dear it's never looked so yearning

Is it good or bad it's so unclear

In the brown wood is carved fear

the smoke is hogging up the sky

it's ashes are clogging our eyes

the wood is turning black and gray 

They're all crying "mayday!"

The bridge a past I've never known

decorated by a garden gnome

A joint memory now inflamed

A fire that can never be tamed 

The bridge is finally done burning

Made of leather brown wood

It stood so tall until it fell

How unfair it must have been 

A man-made fire as a fate

Eventually returns to the soil

Yet the woods already been ruined

Not lost, but it'll never again be wooden

To die a graceful death

It can hardly afford

Flame and heat, gray skies

"It's just one fire", time

and time again they say

The destruction of a structure

Just to convenience humans

Gasses released, world of sorrow

Constant consumers are we,

 tomorrow's getting more bleak. 

Dominoes falling, will we be crushed?

If we cry and fight, could that make it right?

Apocalyptic days ahead, looming over

A fork in the road, hurry and select a path

Vote for survival

The bridge is finally done burning

Made of leather brown wood

It stood so tall until it fell

How unfair it must have been 

A man-made fire as a fate

Eventually returns to the soil

Yet the woods already been ruined

Not lost, but it'll never again be wooden