The Bridge

So you've come to this bridge
 Into an unfamiliar land
 and you know it's a bridge you are going to walk on
 And the only thing you know is
 that everything you know
 Will do you no good from here on
 And the day that you spin
 From your little cocoon
 Well, you can't be prepared
 For the beauty you'll find there
 And you will find beauty
 In the toughest of places
 And I will be thinking of you out there
 So you pick up your bags
 Look around at your friends
 And you know none of them
 Would ever have enough strength
 To cross the bridge and lose control
 you never felt this bold
 Never felt this good
 And the day that you spin
 From your little cocoon
 Well, you can't be prepared
 For the beauty you'll find there
 And you will find beauty
 In the toughest of places
 And I will be thinking of you
 Stay true to your nomad skies
 Keep your eyes out for coyote
 A thousand secrets are lost
 In the archival dust
 So lay your ears upon the tracks
 One day you will come back
 With wrinkled hands and grey hair
 And there you will stand on the spot
 And you'll marvel how the place is still the same
 but you are somebody else now
 Fly on butterfly
 And the day that you spin
 From your little cocoon
 Well, you can't be prepared
 For the beauty you'll find there
 And you will find beauty
 In the toughest of places
 And I will be thinking of you out there