featuring john popper on harmonica, jon snodgrass on banjo.      burn those bridges to the ground   without a sound    you just blew up   onto bigger destitute   this is your art   this is their truth    someone told you life is short   but yours is long    longing for validation   sure you never needed song   but without harmony you gave them    underwhelming hope, faith, life's work   end it in a flat note gesture    passionate to some, isn't that enough?      up the ladder to the lounge   in an old suit    you make them proud to crush you   seems they like watching you burn   just like the bridge you once traversed   burn those bridges to the ground without a care   you know your nothing more than here   they're aimless   addicted to the sound of insufficient   only recognize before you compromise