There's a man on the bridge nain't sure what is his,nAin't sure if he's coming or going.nhe ain't proud of his thoughts nin opposing the war nAnd god knows he ain't proud of his showing. nnBut the way things are, nthese days it would seemnhe'll never quite know right from wrong.nSo he stands poised to jump, nin his throat there's a lump nBut in his heart there's a need to hold on.nnHe thinks to himself, nshould I be someone else?nOr should I just be what im knowin'?nIt's so hard to tell, nwhen everyone elsenDon't know where the hell they are going.nn'Cause the way things are nthese days it would seemnNo one ever sings their own song.nAnd so he readys to dive, nbut then looks deep insidenAnd sees what his heart is a-knowing.nnI was born with a fire nand a need to createnAnd sometimes I really feel I could hate.nBut that ain't my game nand that's not a shamenIt's just a simple story of fate.nnBut though the lines fine, nbetween right and wrongnThe answers right there in my heart.nAnd if I follow it, man nI will be who I amnI won't be a pawn in a game.nnThere's a man on the bridge, nain't sure what is hisnBut he's guessing he's not on his own.nhe's not likely to jump n'cause his hearts not a lumpnAnd his life's not a waste and he knows it.nnAlthough he's sad, ntimes will change nand one day he'll really know right from wrong. nso he steps back to the road, nand he looks and he knowsnthat his journey has only begun.