This city that I live in is pounding like a drum
It sounds like electricity with the faintest human hum
These gates and walls divide us. We have no common hymns
Sometimes the dread's so heavy, it feels like a phantom limb
When the bridges are all been burned
And they're warring over matches
Let's hold a new communion in the ashes
When the fire came, we could smell it coming
The flames were moving fast and everybody started running
Some folks didn't make it. Some lost all they had
But I'm glad I didn't lose you even though it got so bad
When the bridges are all burned
And they're warring over matches
Let's hold a new communion in the ashes
There used to be a blueprint for dignity and hope
But the threads have all unraveled at the end of this old rope
So Goodbye San Mateo. And Goodbye Golden Gate
I hear that they were beautiful, but we were born too late
If you're feeling lost and lonely, and afraid of what's to come
I hope that you won't drop out, give up, or get numb
Just find a drum to beat on. Pick up the guitar and strum
It don't matter what you look like. It don't matter where you're from
When the bridges are all burned
And they're warring over matches
Let's hold a new communion in the ashes
When the bridges are all burned
Let's congregate the masses
Let's hold a new communion in the ashes
