(P.Mark)
From the album Stowaways

Excuse me sermon on the Mount Rushmore or less than zero tolerance
Is golden…golden gate bridge to nowhere

Coulda woulda shoulda seen what I sorrow and the pity the fool such as I
Remember Paris is burning a bridge to nowhere

It’s my show and tell all the world’s a stage door Johnny B. good guys finish last
Exit to Brooklyn bridge to nowhere

Raw deal me in your face the fear strikes out with the new and in with the old
Ennui stroll down a bridge to nowhere

No don’t you dare forget the name of love you make hey lady day the music died
On across the bridge to nowhere

You are what you eight days a Weeki Wachee weekend war and peace is fought
And won, two, three-handed bridge to nowhere

One man’s pig is another man’s pork belly full of fundamental case in point
On down the road…the road to the bridge to nowhere

Excuse me sir, men the Mount Rushmore or less than zero tolerance
Is golden…The goose that paved the golden road to the bridge to nowhere