Counting the bridges I've burned all of my life Those arches and ropes are broken past repair If you were the mockingbird, I was the carpenter's wife I searched for the good through shavings of wood Desperate to find it, but I never could But I always say as long as I tried my best Devil take the rest Countingn the blessing I've received, best of my life Loved ones and friends, the roots of my family tree If you were the carpenter, I was a starling in flight I broke from the ground, I mimicked the sounds Free as the springtime as brothers, were bound If people seem wronged, confused by your songs I'll defend them And if we return to bridges I've burned, will you mend them? If we can start again? If people seem wronged, confused by your songs I'll defend them And if we return to bridges I've burned, will you mend them? We can start again