Lyrics:
Early in the morning he looked in the yard.
The boy came running cause the bridge was on fire.
He had gone to wake her when he finally saw his baby was on the other side.
Baby was on the other side.
Baby was on the other side.
Everything around them glowing in the light,
He called, “fetch the water!”
Baby, like a moth enamored with the light,
watched it beam by beam ignite!
Praying with an exhilarating fright that a gale would double up its size.
Boy in his pajamas putting up a fight–
Stumbling in the soil from his sleepy eyes.
Worrying for his baby, but she’s alright.
Oh why, God, was the bridge on fire?
When the beams caved between the cliffs,
Baby realized what she did.
The fire that she lit meant more to her than any flame with him.
On fire! Bridge is on fire!
Baby felt her feet start running into night.
Watch her go! Calling, Oh! Bridge on fire!
Moonbeams reflecting in her eyes,
The town awoke, up in smoke. Bridge on fire!
Young blood pumping, new and alive!
Sweeping her way through the coal black pines.
When the morning breaks into light, you tell ‘em all
That the bridge is on fire.
The bridge is on fire.
The bridge is on fire.
The bridge is on fire.
Now the boy’s all alone in a house made of stone
He asks himself how did he get there.
That’s what he gets for tricking the girl
A little bridge could never stop her