| 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 |
| And you will find beauty |
| In the toughest of places |
| And I will be thinking of you out there |