Lyrics

If I up and go down to Mexico,
will you be here when I return?

When I find a way back through yesterday,
what will be waiting here when I return?

Never again from the beginning,
we're raked across the coals,
Or walk across the broken pieces
of the broken rules.
When you play it fast and loose,
you gamble and you lose.

Never was a day that didn't start the same.
Never was a day the sun don't rise,
the sun don't burn.

So if you're feeling free,
you can come with me
down wicked curves and twisting turns,

lifting latches,
and striking matches

across the bridges that we'll burn.

There's a car on the road,
there's a train on the track.
I ain't never going home,
I ain't never going back

across the bridges that we'll burn.