Mathematician by day, lyricist by night.
Lyrics
A scribbled note was all their Johnny left
Cleared out everything before he headed west
Now his hopes are thinned on vodka dreams of fame
But only the waitress knows his name
She pours her soul like cocktails through the night
On the outskirts of the town of blinding lights
But with each motel room, she learns to hate it here
One more trace of lipstick, one more tear
Some things never change when we leave our sacred homes
We refuse a map, count the stars all alone
Hawks and doves alike wonder why we yearn for what we've lost
We burn too many bridges in this world
And we never realize which ones we've have crossed
We all hold tickets in our hands
Decorated with the hills of distant lands
Promised journeys, Better places we could be
Destinations build on fantasy
-Repeat chorus-
We burn, we burn too many bridges
We burn, we burn too many bridges
-Repeat chorus-
