Early in the morning he looked in the yard The boy came running because the bridge was on fire He'd gone to wake her when he finally saw His baby was on the other side Baby was on the otherside Baby was on the otherside Everything around him glowing in the light He called, called Fetch the water Baby like a moth enamored with the light Watched it beam by beam ignite Praying with an exhilerating fright The gale would double up in size Boy in his pajamas putting up a fight Stumbling in the soil from his sleepy eyes Worrying for his baby but she's alright Oh why God was the bridge on fire? On fire When the beams came between the cliffs Baby realized what she did The fire that she lit Meant more to her than any flame with him On fire, bridge is on fire Baby felt her feet start running in the night Watching her go, calling "Oh bridge on fire" Moonbeams reflecting in her eyes The town awoke up in smoke, the bridge on fire Young blood pumping, new and live Sweeping her way through the coal black pines When the morning breaks into light, you tell 'em all That the bridge is on fire. The bridge is on fire. The bridge is on fire. The bridge is on fire. Now the boy's all alone in a house made of stone He asks himself how did he get there. That's what he gets for tricking the girl A little bridge could never stop her