Bridges burn. A small town return. Idle hands and burning hearts. An antacid. Not everything is placid. Do you know what you are? A hundred kids being dumb and having fun. It shows my age it shows my luck. A tarnished spoon. I’d rather sleep all afternoon. Confuse my story with a book. Bridges burn. A voodoo child a slight return. Idle hands and burning hearts. A tilted bed. A warning sign of what’s ahead. You don’t know what you are.