i sat at the edge of the bridge

It's hotter than blazes
So I stepped down to Hell to cool off
And see the new faces
The place is a thunderclap in the middle of a suspension bridge
Aaaaand the bridge runs from one end to the other
To the other
The wires and cables
Have mouths to
Eat fables and crawl around on all floors
Entertaining creaky-cracky doors
Drinking deeply from what pours down from the water below
Getting misty-eyed on the fast and all jelly-kneed on the slow
Easy come for sure
On the belly of the span is a jawbone of nails hammered and bolts bolted
From the east end
To the west end
Has to be at least as far as north to south
Even if you ran too fast for too long
Breathing iron heat and brick air
Riding on a mountain of acid muscles and rock-in-the-shoe groundboats
Into that house at the end of the middle
Down the street that's the only street
Getting's only as good as getting gone
Early in the morning with the draw bridge withdrawn