My doctor told me I was dying cause I couldn't find the bridge, took a soda from the fridge, said, "Son, I'll help you, you got to let me help you. The therapy is tested, but you can't get it here, and don't you ever steer—you want to say heal me, but it's got to come freely."
You can sit alone strumming, but until she starts to move, the tongue won't find the groove and the bridge stays hidden, because asking is forbidden. She comes up from beneath you and takes you by the hand. You can barely stand, because she's got you by the balls, and you're rushing toward the falls.
She leads you to the bridge, you begin your ascent. I don't even pay the rent. From the top the river's flowing, and the water is glowing. I don't know how I got here, don't remember how I came. It wasn't my main aim. But you brought me across, yeah, you got me across.